<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671</id><updated>2011-11-19T19:21:15.537+08:00</updated><category term='animals'/><category term='NS'/><category term='earth'/><category term='characters'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='death'/><category term='poll'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='fandoms'/><category term='sports'/><category term='new year'/><category term='pets'/><category term='fanart'/><category term='concert'/><category term='sea-monkeys'/><category term='tv shows'/><category term='drawings'/><category 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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-9040299423604573254</id><published>2009-05-02T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T22:39:04.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEY ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS BLOG HAS MOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.skiaras.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS WAY TO THE NEW URL.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-4296979084281646393</id><published>2009-04-30T20:55:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:01:22.241+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Making rainbows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmgZP1iESI/AAAAAAAAAkw/zlP16_PLRPA/s1600-h/RIMG0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmgZP1iESI/AAAAAAAAAkw/zlP16_PLRPA/s400/RIMG0113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330467989577928994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I baked rainbow cupcakes today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the idea last week while surfing on Deviantart. Someone had made a layered cake with all the colours of the rainbow and covered it in blue icing and fluffy white cloud shapes. So when you cut up the sky, you got a rainbow inside. It was gorgeous. So Mama and I attempted it this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sfmh79VtdxI/AAAAAAAAAk4/JPn2cvIs7Wc/s1600-h/RIMG0075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sfmh79VtdxI/AAAAAAAAAk4/JPn2cvIs7Wc/s400/RIMG0075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330469685419669266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our tools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sfmh8HcZHVI/AAAAAAAAAlA/a0WqanHL-wI/s1600-h/RIMG0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sfmh8HcZHVI/AAAAAAAAAlA/a0WqanHL-wI/s400/RIMG0079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330469688132050258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Step 1: Violet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmkC-WzpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/R5-kAcMaUQo/s1600-h/RIMG0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmkC-WzpJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/R5-kAcMaUQo/s400/RIMG0085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330472004975043730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 2: Yellow. Hehe. Sri Aman colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmkDLxfnWI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/9ZciNRkswYs/s1600-h/RIMG0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmkDLxfnWI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/9ZciNRkswYs/s400/RIMG0087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330472008576638306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 3: Orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmlTUY7SxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/RAZHA6_6aM8/s1600-h/RIMG0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmlTUY7SxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/RAZHA6_6aM8/s400/RIMG0089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330473385279048466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 4: Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmlTqZSCvI/AAAAAAAAAlg/30c7FyZTCWo/s1600-h/RIMG0091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmlTqZSCvI/AAAAAAAAAlg/30c7FyZTCWo/s400/RIMG0091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330473391186119410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 5: Pink. It was supposed to be red. But I put too little colouring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sfmm0Y6URjI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jJ92u4w7tsM/s1600-h/RIMG0095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sfmm0Y6URjI/AAAAAAAAAlo/jJ92u4w7tsM/s400/RIMG0095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330475052940150322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Step 6: Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sfmm0nt-edI/AAAAAAAAAlw/luRR0CteumE/s1600-h/RIMG0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sfmm0nt-edI/AAAAAAAAAlw/luRR0CteumE/s400/RIMG0094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330475056914921938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmoAOmMwTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/lM_X_-9EN4I/s1600-h/RIMG0105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmoAOmMwTI/AAAAAAAAAl4/lM_X_-9EN4I/s400/RIMG0105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330476355841474866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last layer is normal cupcake-y colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmoAepZprI/AAAAAAAAAmA/PsxYWZGBqFU/s1600-h/RIMG0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmoAepZprI/AAAAAAAAAmA/PsxYWZGBqFU/s400/RIMG0106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330476360149870258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmpKbRZ6wI/AAAAAAAAAmI/oQVADp0apEk/s1600-h/RIMG0108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmpKbRZ6wI/AAAAAAAAAmI/oQVADp0apEk/s400/RIMG0108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330477630554237698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmpKnZpEbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ID3_3xdPCj4/s1600-h/RIMG0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmpKnZpEbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ID3_3xdPCj4/s400/RIMG0111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330477633810010546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmqpTgJCCI/AAAAAAAAAmY/8lt9e80ZD54/s1600-h/RIMG0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmqpTgJCCI/AAAAAAAAAmY/8lt9e80ZD54/s400/RIMG0115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330479260556134434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every cupcake cup has a different rainbow pattern on it. So awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmqpqdJvyI/AAAAAAAAAmg/mkCjjFxfUh0/s1600-h/RIMG0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmqpqdJvyI/AAAAAAAAAmg/mkCjjFxfUh0/s400/RIMG0124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330479266717613858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How do you like your cupcake icing?&lt;br /&gt;With chocolate sprinkles ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sfmr_BWS0yI/AAAAAAAAAmo/3PbTliLB3Ng/s1600-h/RIMG0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sfmr_BWS0yI/AAAAAAAAAmo/3PbTliLB3Ng/s400/RIMG0126.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330480733151744802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rainbow sprinkles ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sfmr_Zt9YtI/AAAAAAAAAmw/3EyiXXHOWKA/s1600-h/RIMG0127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sfmr_Zt9YtI/AAAAAAAAAmw/3EyiXXHOWKA/s400/RIMG0127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330480739693454034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or both? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sfmr_i03cRI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Us3cmPVZgAk/s1600-h/RIMG0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sfmr_i03cRI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Us3cmPVZgAk/s400/RIMG0128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330480742138343698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll be bringing what's left of the batch next week to college. I tried to rescue as many as I could, 'cause my siblings sort of ... didn't stop coming to the kitchen to grab a piece. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Went to MPH warehouse sale again. Geehee. Bought another 6 books. I found a 1980's Teen Titans graphic novel for only 20 bucks!! It was a steal! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.2 Happy birthday to Li Jing and Nigel, my two NS pals. Have a rocking good time and welcome to the Legal Club! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-4296979084281646393?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/4296979084281646393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=4296979084281646393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4296979084281646393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4296979084281646393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/04/making-rainbows.html' title='Making rainbows'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfmgZP1iESI/AAAAAAAAAkw/zlP16_PLRPA/s72-c/RIMG0113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-6514116727299225857</id><published>2009-04-29T18:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:55:21.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Yay, presents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfgqJewL7WI/AAAAAAAAAkA/oCpiw1h65yA/s1600-h/Picture+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfgqJewL7WI/AAAAAAAAAkA/oCpiw1h65yA/s400/Picture+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330056501355343202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I turned 18 yesterday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share my birthday from many famous people. Jessica Alba, Terry Pratchett, Harper Lee ... Saddam Hussein. Yup, famous people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ee Won! Happy birthday dear! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the photodump of stuff I got. And that's my new laptop, under all the stuff! Still haven't named it. It's awesome, got webcam and everything. I love it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfgqJpppTDI/AAAAAAAAAkI/8JaCZtmzw3Q/s1600-h/Picture+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfgqJpppTDI/AAAAAAAAAkI/8JaCZtmzw3Q/s400/Picture+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330056504280697906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfgswNnLHuI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/hrjeeRS1RV4/s1600-h/Picture+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfgswNnLHuI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/hrjeeRS1RV4/s400/Picture+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330059365792292578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bracelet from Hanna. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfgswZcRmqI/AAAAAAAAAkY/g3kZu-XrktA/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfgswZcRmqI/AAAAAAAAAkY/g3kZu-XrktA/s400/Picture+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330059368967805602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The necklace also from Hanna. Purse from Maktuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfgzrK6sM3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/qc8GluD4us4/s1600-h/Picture+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfgzrK6sM3I/AAAAAAAAAkg/qc8GluD4us4/s400/Picture+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330066975750894450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swimming dog in the mouse Mira gave me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfgzrWyrJGI/AAAAAAAAAko/CB4sUKCSLU8/s1600-h/Picture+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfgzrWyrJGI/AAAAAAAAAko/CB4sUKCSLU8/s400/Picture+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330066978938496098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Phat watch from Mama (It's GORGEOUS.) and a 'newton's cradle' from Nazim. I love the cradle thing, I've always wanted one. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went by very normally. Went to MPH warehouse sale, bought 6 books. Started reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soul Music&lt;/span&gt; by Terry Pratchett yesterday (I think it's awesome that I share a birthday with this guy. He's awesome.). Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was supposed to go to Pyramid with ze Collegers, but then Mr. Zul (my driving teacher) called and said that my Wednesday class has to be cancelled, so he moved it to Tuesday. I said OK, since that I have to pass my QTI test this week if I'm going to get to take the JPJ exam in the second week of May. So yeah. I passed my hill, parking and turn test, but failed the road test. So I have to take it again, by this week. Grarr. Engine died twice. Felt like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, ate at Cozy Corner with the rest of the fam. Then went to the DVD store and bought a copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Secret Life of Bees&lt;/span&gt;. I'm only halfway through my assignment, 'cause I couldn't remember any of the 'verbal and non-verbal messages' I'm supposed to note down. Also bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aristocats&lt;/span&gt;, because I was feeling nostalgic. Asked for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/span&gt;, but they don't have it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and today, I went to the college to see if the computers there could access Malaysiakini. Turns out they can't. But I did my ECS journal essays instead. Then met Hamizah for lunch. It's so good to see her. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-6514116727299225857?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/6514116727299225857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=6514116727299225857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6514116727299225857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6514116727299225857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay-presents.html' title='Yay, presents!'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfgqJewL7WI/AAAAAAAAAkA/oCpiw1h65yA/s72-c/Picture+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-5447255941592799947</id><published>2009-04-27T22:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:26:53.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Tapirs! And a puppy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfW7XyaCRkI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Izq1j0o3TYY/s1600-h/tapirs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfW7XyaCRkI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Izq1j0o3TYY/s400/tapirs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329371751405209154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First off, Happy World Tapir Day!&lt;br /&gt;And Happy Birthday to Fifi and Jess! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the tapirs ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapirs are large herbivores that belong to the Tapirdae family, of the Perissodactyla order of mammals. Four species of tapir exist on the planet today, all of which are endangered.&lt;br /&gt;Info yanked from the &lt;a href="http://www.tapirday.org/"&gt;World Tapir Day&lt;/a&gt; website. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of furry critters, I climbed into a longkang this evening to rescue a puppy. I heard it yapping while I was cycling. Found it wandering around in the deep drain, looking miserable and with a bad leg. I followed it around for a bit till it settled down to rest. Then I cycled back home, got Nazim and came back for a rescue mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the longkang and tried to pick it up, but it kept moving away. It growled at me too. Heh. I followed it some 2 meters through a dusty spiderwebby tunnel, then it went into a bigger drain with a much lower roof. So I climbed out, crossed the road and checked under the longkang there -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. It wasn't there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Nazim and I ran around in circles looking for it, but gosh knows what small ceruk it crawled into. So we left after ten minutes. Just a while ago, Mama went out for a while and came back saying she heard dog noises yapping. She said she's been hearing those sounds for days now! D: Poor puppy. Hopefully, next time I hear it again it'll let me carry it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is definitely going into my ECS journal project, man. Too eventful not to. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-5447255941592799947?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/5447255941592799947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=5447255941592799947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/5447255941592799947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/5447255941592799947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/04/tapirs-and-puppy.html' title='Tapirs! And a puppy.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfW7XyaCRkI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Izq1j0o3TYY/s72-c/tapirs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-3376135288671200451</id><published>2009-04-27T15:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:03:55.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Why I can't live without handphones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfWQ9DOTo6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/N3F1sT-p8Ok/s1600-h/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfWQ9DOTo6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/N3F1sT-p8Ok/s400/pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329325112574583714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Hey, why isn't Blogspot letting me post photos? :(&lt;br /&gt;Grarh.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: For Nad, who wanted a sparkly pink serial killer pony. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After college I walked to the flyover where Mama usually picks me up and realised that I forgot to bring my handphone. So I just waited. Then it started to rain. Good thing I had my mini umbrella. As it got heavier, it hit me; I told Mama that I had meeting today ... what if she was waiting for me to call first? That got me worried. But I just waited anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I kinda got a bit noodly in my head wondering whether she was just late or really was waiting for me to call. I walked back under the flyover and crossed the roads a few times, like some confused chicken. Then I made up my mind and went to ask the traffic policeman for help. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic policeman #1 didn't have credit. D: So he told me to cross the road a bit further where Traffic policeman #2 was on duty, saying to tell him that he asked him to help me. So I crossed the road and waited for the road to clear, because the guy was standing in the middle. Finally, the road cleared! I crossed - then realised that the policeman had crossed to the side of the road. So yeah, that was ... frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I found an opening before the cars could start again and managed to ask him for help. He was real nice about it. Gave me his phone and told me "Jangan bawak lari pulak". xD So I called Mama, who really was waiting for me to call and wondering why the heck I wasn't answering my phone. Five minutes later, she came to pick me up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my eventful adventure of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanks, traffic policemen guys! I dunno what I would have done without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-3376135288671200451?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/3376135288671200451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=3376135288671200451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3376135288671200451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3376135288671200451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-i-cant-live-without-handphones.html' title='Why I can&apos;t live without handphones'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SfWQ9DOTo6I/AAAAAAAAAjw/N3F1sT-p8Ok/s72-c/pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-4058002190024181259</id><published>2009-04-25T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:52:16.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Hit and miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having this strange little rindu feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of things leading up to this I guess ... Saw Nahjan and Aiman at OU the other day. Five minutes later, saw Rui Rong (I dunno, I thought she's supposed to be at NS? Unless they're holidaying right now? OK I have no idea. Heh.). So kinda ... missing school people. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then with the Delta reunion next week ... I miss NS people as well. Which sucks because it's so far away. Sort of coming to the realisation that there's no real way to meet up with everyone at once, y'know? At least I didn't go to a Sabah or Sarawak camp. That would be even more difficult to plan a get-together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the MPH warehouse sale is next week. I've been neglecting my reading list for too long. Give me something to distract myself with. :D And here I was thinking I'd miss the sale because of NS. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-4058002190024181259?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/4058002190024181259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=4058002190024181259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4058002190024181259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4058002190024181259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/04/hit-and-miss.html' title='Hit and miss'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7551302835536929318</id><published>2009-04-22T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:45:13.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane (i wish)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kuantan is so far away.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7551302835536929318?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7551302835536929318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7551302835536929318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7551302835536929318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7551302835536929318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/04/leaving-on-jet-plane-i-wish.html' title='Leaving on a jet plane (i wish)'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-8914859619329483342</id><published>2009-04-22T14:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:31:57.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>All I can taste is this moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's halfway through the week, and time is flying by pretty fast. College life is going well, and work is slowly creeping in ... I don't mind the slow way it creeps in, that way I can get used to it in small stages. Haha. Orientation Night was ... meh, boring the first couple of hours. Tried to keep ourselves occupied by 'adventuring'. Which meant going to the back of the courtyard overlooking the highway. Heh. The dance floor time was fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a group of us went to Pyramid for lunch at KFC. 'Twas fun. Kent couldn't stop laughing about something ... can't remember what. I started laughing too, because his laugh is contagious! It hurt. I felt like my insides were going to explode. xD&lt;br /&gt;Then when we were about to leave the carpark, Sharine made a sarcastic 'ah' noise. Which Azhar said sounded sexual. Us girls (Sharine, Sammie and I) disagreed ... seriously, everyone makes that noise all the time. Then  we turned to Kent, who agreed with Azhar about it. Later, which was earlier today, even Suzuki said so! :\ Must be a boy thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff, Fahmi sent out an invite so that we could get all the NS people together ... on an outing to Genting! But not many people could go so it was cancelled. :( Hamizah and I were just getting excited. Hoping to get it on in the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of NS, Yen told me that Zizan told her that Sheda told him that she discussed with Cikgu Gee for a reunion. Phew. xD So I told One, who went to talk to Sheda about it. So it's:&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu Gee discussed with Sheda who told Zizan who informed Yen who contacted Sara who told One who called Sheda to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I love that sentence.&lt;br /&gt;So One talked to Sheda and find out that she and Cikgu Gee are headed to Kuantan today to have a chat with Zizan about it. Which is pretty sad 'cause One can't make it ... and she's our girl squad leader. Man, if they were having it closer to home, I wouldn't mind going either. Hoping to contact them later today to see what they've decided on. I hope it's a good time and I can make it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving is going well. Hopefully I can take my JPJ test next month on the 14th. Can't wait to get a license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I have a laptop now! Papa walked into my room last night and just ... gave it to me. And I'm all: ....... O_O&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Well. Since that there's no class tomorrow, I'm gonna work on getting the laptop installed with all my stuff. I have yet to name it. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is a pretty long post. xD Just wanted to get everything out there. Excuse my ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-8914859619329483342?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/8914859619329483342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=8914859619329483342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8914859619329483342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8914859619329483342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-i-can-taste-is-this-moment.html' title='All I can taste is this moment'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-2659866440942622890</id><published>2009-04-18T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T23:25:10.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>I hope you made back-ups.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Human brains, unlike computers, have unlimited memory space.&lt;br /&gt;Depends on whether you choose to file the memory away properly so you can remember in future lah.&lt;br /&gt;But even so, my brain feels ridiculously stuffed right now.&lt;br /&gt;Equivalent to eating a whole roast chicken.&lt;br /&gt;Then questioning whether that chicken was fresh to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Um. Break out the Friends DVDs, I'm going to NOT THINK ABOUT STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;WHOOYEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-2659866440942622890?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/2659866440942622890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=2659866440942622890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2659866440942622890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2659866440942622890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-hope-you-made-back-ups.html' title='I hope you made back-ups.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-8161541268877189292</id><published>2009-04-13T19:54:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:39:08.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeMo4J9avBI/AAAAAAAAAio/rmCD7IMgr3o/s1600-h/RIMG2798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeMo4J9avBI/AAAAAAAAAio/rmCD7IMgr3o/s400/RIMG2798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324144129693367314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Singapore on Saturday to watch Cats with Mira and Acu. :D&lt;br /&gt;Left the LCCT terminal at 8. Hour's flight to Singapore. Then took the train to Outram, where our hotel was. One thing about the hotel; it's ... different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeMvNWSkr-I/AAAAAAAAAjI/NKkpelYm608/s1600-h/RIMG2799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeMvNWSkr-I/AAAAAAAAAjI/NKkpelYm608/s400/RIMG2799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324151090850344930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view of the lobby. From the 27th floor. Mira and I went exploring together on the last day. Got into the lifts (which were bloody fast; got motion sickness watching the floors whoosh past) and punched the highest floor button. It's so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high up&lt;/span&gt;. My knees turned to jelly staring down all those floors. xD&lt;br /&gt;We showed the photos to Cik, Acu's friend. She said that it looks like a zebra's backside. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to the show itself! We got seats in the third circle, which is pretty high up. Can see the performers, but too far to make out their faces.  Here're some photos I yanked from Mira's camera, since that mine is sucky and grainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeMr1FUZqlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/y3GyJei_fFI/s1600-h/RIMG2789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeMr1FUZqlI/AAAAAAAAAiw/y3GyJei_fFI/s400/RIMG2789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324147375442864722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeMr1sKrJFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/oP5P53nC4-M/s1600-h/RIMG2792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeMr1sKrJFI/AAAAAAAAAjA/oP5P53nC4-M/s400/RIMG2792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324147385871049810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeMr1R_TlYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/6XAWoy6BQBg/s1600-h/RIMG2790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeMr1R_TlYI/AAAAAAAAAi4/6XAWoy6BQBg/s400/RIMG2790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324147378844046722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In Mira's words, "It was freaky, but awesome." Because really, the cat costumes? And the way they jumped around? Eerily cat-like. I liked to watch their tails swinging around. Haha. And everytime there are cats dancing in the middle of the stage, there were others lurking at the edges, doing feline things like cleaning their ears and playing with other cats' tails. Very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point the cats were whispering together on stage and I heard whispering very close by. Mira elbowed me and indicated the sides (we were sitting in the middle). THERE WAS A CAT STANDING THERE. Leaning across the poor people sitting at the very end and whispering. Gah. Freaky. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeMzLxQoiUI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/WBlA4x-vy_g/s1600-h/RIMG0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeMzLxQoiUI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/WBlA4x-vy_g/s400/RIMG0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324155461776738626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeMzL1PNwUI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_-epfyv0854/s1600-h/RIMG0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeMzL1PNwUI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_-epfyv0854/s400/RIMG0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324155462844531010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T-shirt and keychain bought at the souvenir stand. Very fond of the t-shirt, it's just the right size. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeNUTgQaDzI/AAAAAAAAAjg/7b50Uyqx6ag/s1600-h/RIMG2824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeNUTgQaDzI/AAAAAAAAAjg/7b50Uyqx6ag/s400/RIMG2824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324191878535057202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random photo shot while Mira and I were adventuring. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeNU9mG2f3I/AAAAAAAAAjo/1F1UAQrlEK0/s1600-h/RIMG2779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeNU9mG2f3I/AAAAAAAAAjo/1F1UAQrlEK0/s400/RIMG2779.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324192601660096370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found this store while walking down Orchard Road. Took out my camera, caused a lot of people to stare. xD Then two guys actually stopped, looked at the sign with interest and went in. Haaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-8161541268877189292?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/8161541268877189292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=8161541268877189292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8161541268877189292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8161541268877189292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/04/jellicle-songs-for-jellicle-cats.html' title='Jellicle songs for Jellicle cats'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SeMo4J9avBI/AAAAAAAAAio/rmCD7IMgr3o/s72-c/RIMG2798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-5878427065771375348</id><published>2009-04-10T18:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:51:30.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Interpersonal communication</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My computer is fixed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more baby elephant computer monitor! Now it's a sleek flat screen.&lt;br /&gt;I shall call it ... um. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shelly&lt;/span&gt;. Because it's flat like those strange discy shell things you find washed up on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Strange logic, but I just like the name Shelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been incredibly busy this week. Haha. What with college kicking off properly, I never really felt the absence of my baby elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. College is fun ... seriously. Of course nothing much has started and we've not much work so far ... but my classmates are fun to hang around with. In fact, we went to Sunway Pyramid on Wednesday ... had lunch at Delifrance. It's amazing how many discounts you can get with a student card. Had a very filling meal. John managed to save us from paying extra because of a technical error on the bill. Pening kepala over getting people to give in the right amount of change. Our tax came to RM12, it was insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went ice-skating. I went back early so I didn't get to join them bowling. But I still had a blast ... haven't been skating in years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sd8f2iLdATI/AAAAAAAAAig/vL3EehYmQ00/s1600-h/fcom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sd8f2iLdATI/AAAAAAAAAig/vL3EehYmQ00/s400/fcom1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323008306323456306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photo yanked from Carmen's blog.&lt;br /&gt;So these are a few of us ... the ones who went skating anyway. A lot of people didn't go skating. xD No matter how much we tried to pujuk them. Anyway, left to right, Nigel, me, Suzuki, Azhar, John, Carmen, Fira and Joan. No, Nigel's not taking foundation with us, he just popped in to enjoy the skating. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the blue gloves? I got a pair myself ... and I like them loads more than the ones I got years ago. They're cute! xD But I think the orange ones are nicer ... Michelle S. had an orange pair, really nice colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I learnt how to skate backwards! It's all about shaking your butt. Yeah. O_o A bit awkward at first but got the hang of it. Kinda reversed into someone who was tying her boot on the ice-rink (no I have no idea why she is tying her boot on the ice rink) and fell on my butt. Which ached when I got up in the morning. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting not bringing my camera. I could have taken photos of everyone. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, went out with Nad, Aidil and Sophie. We were very hungry. xD I dunno why, we just had huge appetites that day. Sneaked hot dogs into the cinema, where we watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talentime&lt;/span&gt;. The cinema was very empty. Sophie was blur during the dramatic scenes and spoiled the moment. Hahah. And we kept commenting on how the school students had no name tags and stuff. I think we annoyed all the other people in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movie was quite nice. Almost cried once. xD But the scene changes were kinda choppy and the ending ... potong steam. Yeah. But overall, not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to watch the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cats&lt;/span&gt; musical tomorrow! Can't wait! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-5878427065771375348?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/5878427065771375348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=5878427065771375348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/5878427065771375348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/5878427065771375348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/04/interpersonal-communication.html' title='Interpersonal communication'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sd8f2iLdATI/AAAAAAAAAig/vL3EehYmQ00/s72-c/fcom1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-135550366144878548</id><published>2009-04-05T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:36:59.914+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Listen to the thunder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually sat in a car's driver's seat today. And drove it. Geeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;Ya I kinda sucked. xD Knocked over a tiang while side-parking and kept rolling backwards when it came to the bukit. I did bukit like, a hundred times. Only the last two times, I managed to get down the hill without killing the engine. So that's something. :D&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm done with that, I am offically an L license holder person. Ha. Only I don't have the card yet 'cause they can only get that done by Friday. Hmm. But still! Progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the family modem got struck by lightning yesterday. Which was ... depressing. xD Now we have to wait for Uncle James to get us a new one ... and hopefully get me a new monitor. He calls my current monitor a 'baby elephant'. I used it back when I was 9 and got my first Neopets account. That's how old it is. If you dig into the contents a little deeper, you can actually find Papa's initial jersey designs for Letua. Back before the cycling team even existed. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-135550366144878548?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/135550366144878548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=135550366144878548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/135550366144878548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/135550366144878548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/04/listen-to-thunder.html' title='Listen to the thunder'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-39311478993378593</id><published>2009-04-02T10:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T10:54:53.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Check the medic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SdQlmS_hoBI/AAAAAAAAAiY/E-PeiXdT2XQ/s1600-h/watermarked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SdQlmS_hoBI/AAAAAAAAAiY/E-PeiXdT2XQ/s320/watermarked.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319918399694938130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Played around with the original DELTA logo we did for camp. Whee. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to design a DELTA t-shirt ... just for the heck of it. If it turns out nice I'd like to print it ... but not for everyone because I dunno how to ship it out to 101 people. O_o;; I wanted to put everyone's names on the back of the shirt then realised that I don't know all the boys (I'm missing 9 names), and whether I could squeeze in all the names. So Jamie and I were scratching our heads over it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: How are you going to put in all the names? There're a 101 of us!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hehe. We're like the 101 dalmatians. And Zizan and One are Pongo and Perdita.&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haha yea. *feels a little guilty* Kesian the both of them, they always become the brunt of all the jokes. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is true. Sorry you two (if you ever find this webspace ... gwaa). We love you guys, you know that. xD Yen knows, right Yen? :D Haha(If you read this webspace too. Which I doubt. Gwaa times 2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my life right now, all is good. Went to orientation on Monday and Tuesday which was OK, not bad. Got a group of people to hang out with already. :D Haha. And I don't have classes on Thursday! Which is awesome. I don't start till next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and went to driving theory class yesterday. Hoping to take my practical class during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-39311478993378593?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/39311478993378593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=39311478993378593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/39311478993378593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/39311478993378593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/04/check-medic.html' title='Check the medic'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SdQlmS_hoBI/AAAAAAAAAiY/E-PeiXdT2XQ/s72-c/watermarked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-1567310529706796747</id><published>2009-03-29T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:24:27.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Today is a winding road ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, went to cinemas with Mira, Acu and Mak We. We haven't met Mak We in a long, long time. So anyway, in the cinema, Mira and I put our feet on the empty row of seats in front of us. Mak We notices and asks, "You guys actually do that? I understand Mira ... but Sara?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh. O_o&lt;br /&gt;Acu: Haha. NS dah rosakkan dia. She's more laid back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that got me to think. Regardless of whether you people put your feet up onto empty front seats or not ... fact is, I never used to do it before. I just ... felt like doing it today, so I did it. There are many other little things in my life that have changed too. So I came to the conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;Being in Sri Aman gave me skills and experience I don't think I could have gotten anywhere else.&lt;br /&gt;But NS gave me a LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I'd like to apologise for being such a lame, heartless, tightass bitch in the past. xD And THANK YOU to all you people who actually stood my crap and stuck by me. You guys rock. I've got a long way to go, but I really want to change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a lifetime of self-discoveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-1567310529706796747?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/1567310529706796747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=1567310529706796747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1567310529706796747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1567310529706796747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-is-winding-road.html' title='Today is a winding road ...'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-3161870683011507387</id><published>2009-03-29T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:39:15.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Turn it off, turn it all off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday night, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Earth Hour&lt;/span&gt; started just as the fam and I were leaving Gombak. On the highway, I realised something; KLCC was missing. xD Then I saw 5 blinking lights hanging in the air, so that was pretty much all we could see of it. Papa drove to the outskirts of town so we could see the darkness close up. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached home, there was 15 mins to go. So we sat around the living room with Mira burning our retinas with her camera-flashing and listening to music on Nazim's PSP. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I took my undang test today ... and passed!&lt;br /&gt;Ngam ngam 42/50.&lt;br /&gt;Heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm starting college tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;And totally throwing away my pre-planned 'three month holiday'.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because since I got back from NS, I have been BORED OUT OF MY MIND.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I never thought I'd miss the hustle and bustle of camp life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-3161870683011507387?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/3161870683011507387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=3161870683011507387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3161870683011507387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3161870683011507387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/03/turn-it-off-turn-it-all-off.html' title='Turn it off, turn it all off'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-8093467487109069425</id><published>2009-03-28T17:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:25:06.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Wave as they go by</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three years ago, I was on duty for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MPPH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;promised&lt;/span&gt; myself that I'd get the grades to go today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, Form 3 self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not saying that I don't like my actual grades.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for them.&lt;br /&gt;But ...&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;promised&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-8093467487109069425?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/8093467487109069425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=8093467487109069425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8093467487109069425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8093467487109069425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/03/wave-as-they-go-by.html' title='Wave as they go by'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-5084564988840183265</id><published>2009-03-22T12:56:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:16:23.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>PLKN Flashback: Sing until your lungs give out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXHABbQLgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Tnlb4rbiyvI/s1600-h/id1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXHABbQLgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Tnlb4rbiyvI/s400/id1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315873738377408002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wirawati D2-02.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like to think that it sounds just a little bit like R2-D2.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one month's worth of a trainee's life in NS will be spent sitting in a class doing CB. That is, character-building. I have no photos of that era, sadly. Mostly because I only had a big honking film camera and you're actually not allowed to bring it into class in the first place. Apparently, everything we learnt is top secret hush-hush material. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was a good time. I was in CB class 3. Was in two different groups:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3G&lt;/span&gt; - Andy, Jordan, Ah Yaw, Khairi, Mat, Ruby, Yoong, Shanti and Wani. This was definitely the most fun I had in CB. It was the first time I realised that there is a Malay version of Wonderpets. HAHA. Yeaaah. What can I say, I just don't watch channel 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M-Pro&lt;/span&gt; - Nina, Aini, Afif, Keat, Shih Wyi, Mani, NC, Shean (not sure about the spelling) and Andy again. Not quite as rocking as 3G, but still alright. My buddy was Shi Wyi. Since we had to get partners for the second module. All about learning how to help another person and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXYLCoP-4I/AAAAAAAAAgA/-jOo3D-whZ4/s1600-h/PLKN+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXYLCoP-4I/AAAAAAAAAgA/-jOo3D-whZ4/s400/PLKN+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315892619376589698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, lemme introduce you to ...&lt;br /&gt;Drumroll please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chiki Chiki Pom Pom&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Of Integrasi class 2.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew, Ram, Zizan, Azie, Anis, Yenli, Yunalis, me, Hasbi and Sham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the most fun I had in a class. Insane, I tell you. I laughed till the tears started flowing. This was also where I think the whole situation with the friendship between DELTA wira and wirawati sort of came to be. My group had the highest concentration of DELTArians in the entire class. Other DELTA people in class included Yen, Pei Ying, Dhila, Mubin, Din, Izzat, JF, CH ... there were more I think, can't remember who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special credit goes to Zizan (of all people) for coming up with our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt; group name. Nobody had any idea what to name it. I had a marker pen, and an A4 sheet of paper was waiting on the floor. We were all throwing names around. But nothing sounded ... right. Suddenly, Zizan says, in complete and utter seriousness,&lt;br /&gt;"Chiki Chiki Pom Pom."&lt;br /&gt;There was a pause.&lt;br /&gt;Different people at different intervals: Chiki Chiki Pom Pom?&lt;br /&gt;Zizan: *nods head seriously* Chiki Chiki Pom Pom.&lt;br /&gt;Another pause.&lt;br /&gt;Hasbi: *cracks up laughing* Saya setuju!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, Chiki Chiki Pom Pom was born.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXgeAW4CyI/AAAAAAAAAgI/kocDu65VJaQ/s1600-h/PLKN+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXgeAW4CyI/AAAAAAAAAgI/kocDu65VJaQ/s400/PLKN+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315901741277383458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doing the chicken dance. Cikgu Ruby wanted to teach everyone how to do it, but I guess time constraints ... etc. killed it. But I know how to do it, and Hasbi knows how to do it ... so when we had to do a group performance at the end of our five days in Integrasi class ...&lt;br /&gt;We did the chicken dance!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXh783Dw4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/D_VG3sCaa5c/s1600-h/PLKN+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXh783Dw4I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/D_VG3sCaa5c/s400/PLKN+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315903355246330754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did the music. Hasbi lead the dance.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some fun projects in the class. One was ... the wedding ceremony. Supposed to be a demonstration of how the different races get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXjJyQIoVI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTWTMBhFry4/s1600-h/PLKN+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXjJyQIoVI/AAAAAAAAAgY/BTWTMBhFry4/s400/PLKN+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315904692428513618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Indian wedding. Take note that none of the brides are ... well, not all of them are women. xD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXkRzujBCI/AAAAAAAAAgg/FnNZM992r10/s1600-h/PLKN+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXkRzujBCI/AAAAAAAAAgg/FnNZM992r10/s400/PLKN+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315905929775088674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Chinese wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Malay wedding was done by my group along with Fantastic Crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXnyQ9S8CI/AAAAAAAAAgo/AGbPpg_gWH4/s1600-h/PLKN+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXnyQ9S8CI/AAAAAAAAAgo/AGbPpg_gWH4/s400/PLKN+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315909785912274978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Parents' of the 'bride'. Me and Mubin.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXnyrXVGaI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-QcEb04ProM/s1600-h/PLKN+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXnyrXVGaI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-QcEb04ProM/s400/PLKN+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315909793000790434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'Parents' of the 'groom', JF and Yunalis.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXpHXmAbGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/n2rhLlxzQkc/s1600-h/PLKN+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXpHXmAbGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/n2rhLlxzQkc/s400/PLKN+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315911247982521442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 'groom', &lt;s&gt;Zizan&lt;/s&gt; Haikal bin Adam and Hasbi as the tuk kadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXp8j56HZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ybdRmHt7Ndo/s1600-h/PLKN+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXp8j56HZI/AAAAAAAAAhA/ybdRmHt7Ndo/s400/PLKN+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315912161820286354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the lovely 'bride', &lt;s&gt;Sham&lt;/s&gt; Shaza binti Mubin! xD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXrhibfSeI/AAAAAAAAAhI/FDo5YwE5mGU/s1600-h/PLKN+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXrhibfSeI/AAAAAAAAAhI/FDo5YwE5mGU/s400/PLKN+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315913896591051234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The happy couple. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had to do funerals. My group did Chinese funeral ... Izzat as the corpse. Not as laugh-inducing as the weddings, but we still had a good laugh.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXsZENs8rI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/J3rgrb9SmXM/s1600-h/PLKN+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXsZENs8rI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/J3rgrb9SmXM/s400/PLKN+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315914850552836786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think you can see why.&lt;br /&gt;My 'hat' kept falling into my face. And everytime we were supposed to cry, we ended up in stitches instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, we had a lot of fun times. Mubin's camera and his collection of photos of sleeping people. Yunalis and the cute little dance she made while singing the Chiki2 Pom2 cheer. Sham and his insane laugh. Infectious! xD And the little dulu-dulu sing-along sessions Hasbi, Zizan, Azie, Yunalis and I would have when we ran out of stuff to do and the teacher wasn't paying much attention. We were the rowdiest group in class, the reason why the teacher kept asking us to go up first whenever presentation time came around. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXubp1tEpI/AAAAAAAAAhY/MHOv_39lmdM/s1600-h/PLKN+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXubp1tEpI/AAAAAAAAAhY/MHOv_39lmdM/s400/PLKN+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315917094035722898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yunalis and the baby Rubik's cube she spent days on trying to fix. xD I wanted to give it a try, but I was worried I'd be clumsy and break the little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, maybe a recap of how my days in Kenegaraan class went. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-5084564988840183265?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/5084564988840183265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=5084564988840183265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/5084564988840183265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/5084564988840183265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/03/plkn-flashback-third-times-charm.html' title='PLKN Flashback: Sing until your lungs give out'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScXHABbQLgI/AAAAAAAAAf4/Tnlb4rbiyvI/s72-c/id1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-2792009637720901234</id><published>2009-03-21T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:50:44.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>Mission accomplished, chap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScT4dCnQsYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Okpuwo015WU/s1600-h/speechbubble1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScT4dCnQsYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Okpuwo015WU/s400/speechbubble1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315646638005465474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went out with Nad, Hannah and Sophie yesterday. :D&lt;br /&gt;Had teppanyaki for lunch, then basically lepak all over the place. I wanted to buy new clothes, but couldn't find anything really really nice, y'know? But had fun window-shopping anyway. Then Hannah said she would belanja us ice-cream, so to Baskin Robbins we went! Watched an episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wizards of Waverly Place&lt;/span&gt; on Hannah's iPod (I actually really enjoyed it. Haha. Cute story. I just wish they'd do away with the fake audience laughter, it kills a lot of the jokes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScT4eDeC0fI/AAAAAAAAAfo/wD5Jfb-xpa0/s1600-h/speechbubble3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScT4eDeC0fI/AAAAAAAAAfo/wD5Jfb-xpa0/s400/speechbubble3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315646655415112178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also went to Borders, where Sophie met William Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he's the same height as me. Uncanny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScT4d2orUfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/bFOFYFsqcfo/s1600-h/speechbubble2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScT4d2orUfI/AAAAAAAAAfg/bFOFYFsqcfo/s400/speechbubble2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315646651970048498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We told Hannah to get a facebook account.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, she got a facelift.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOKFACE&lt;/span&gt;! :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We did a lot of bookshop-visiting. Hannah bought some Jonas Brothers biography thingy ... and Sophie won awards for Best Observation of Stubble on Celebrities. xD Nad bought&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Road&lt;/span&gt; by Cormac McCarthy. I bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost For Words&lt;/span&gt; by Lorelei Mathias. Yeah, a romance. I wanted to find something written by a local writer, I don't care whether English or BM, but a story, y'know? But I couldn't find English fiction and the BM books ... um. Their synopsis scared me. As for Sophie ... she bought nail polish. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScT7xZ5-SxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/zGIVUYPRHGY/s1600-h/speechbubble4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScT7xZ5-SxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/zGIVUYPRHGY/s400/speechbubble4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315650286390233874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tried to catch her unawares. Candid shot. Y'know, weird facial expression, etc. But dang, Nad's too photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the day sitting in Coffee Bean. Ate some chicken pie and chicken puff for dinner. Felt good to go out with them. Been far too long. :) We thought of a movie, and Sophie wanted to karaoke, but ... I really enjoyed just lepaking with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for my driving ceramah. The classroom had little spray thingies to chase away the bad smell. Would have been nice if the perfume they used wasn't bad to begin with. Felt queasy the whole time I was there. D: But thank gosh, the speaker wasn't as boring as I expected. He was actually pretty funny. The youngest person in the class was 16, there to take his motorcycle license. The oldest was 34. I could tell which of the boys are fresh out of NS ... by their haircuts. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I've got a book to study. Can go back anytime to take the computer test. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-2792009637720901234?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/2792009637720901234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=2792009637720901234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2792009637720901234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2792009637720901234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/03/mission-accomplished-chap.html' title='Mission accomplished, chap!'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScT4dCnQsYI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Okpuwo015WU/s72-c/speechbubble1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-1253422633635883450</id><published>2009-03-20T09:32:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:15:23.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>PLKN Flashback: Misty mornings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScLyiesoD5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/ejm5WM2DJw0/s1600-h/PLKN2+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScLyiesoD5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/ejm5WM2DJw0/s400/PLKN2+100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315077184420319122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Took this on a very, very misty morning. Mid-February.&lt;br /&gt;One thing about camp; when the mist comes along, you can't see a thing. You could stand on the padang kawad, and it's like you're standing on an island inside a cloud.&lt;br /&gt;On this morning, we were supposed to practice kawad for the competition. In the end, only the boys practiced because us girls came down at 6.30 a.m. to practice, before morning roll call at 7.30. Now I remember ... it was a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScLzvXn5iSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/kQoq-4RFHJw/s1600-h/PLKN2+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScLzvXn5iSI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/kQoq-4RFHJw/s400/PLKN2+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315078505371371810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boys goofing around. They were doing some kind of squatting exercise. Moment they were done, they started ROFLing. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScLzvxjOiaI/AAAAAAAAAeY/U-0gKL12-ZM/s1600-h/PLKN2+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScLzvxjOiaI/AAAAAAAAAeY/U-0gKL12-ZM/s400/PLKN2+105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315078512331098530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mist lifted a bit by this point. Girls went back to dorm early, but Yen and I hung around to watch the boys kawad. It's awesome how they can do it so well, in perfect synchronization. Everytime we girls do it, we end up looking clumsy and fast-forwarded. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScL1MwLWzFI/AAAAAAAAAeg/v4mexFh7DK4/s1600-h/PLKN+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScL1MwLWzFI/AAAAAAAAAeg/v4mexFh7DK4/s400/PLKN+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315080109690375250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The only other Sri Amanian who reported to camp. xD Seriously, I don't know what I'd do without her. The first week in camp was absolute crap. Barely knew anyone and felt like crying everytime I thought of home. Even though we only got to talk when we went down to the surau and during breaks from CB class, you seriously made my days easier, Hamizah. :) Thanks for being there ... listening to all of my ramblings and complaining and sharing my thoughts on almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScL3WWHurKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/TJXYp79QVrk/s1600-h/loreng1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScL3WWHurKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/TJXYp79QVrk/s400/loreng1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315082473517788322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet another person I wouldn't have been able to survive without ... my dorm-buddy, Yen. We were the first two people to step into D2. We walked back and forth to logistics together, that first week. When I got elected ketua dorm, she helped me out, gave me advice. She got me to think straight when my brain was a complete mess and when I was PMS-ing and thinking about too many things at once.&lt;br /&gt;We became like siamese twins, the way we went around camp. It helped that she was Chinese and I was Malay ... when we sat down together in DM, nobody had any reason to separate us. xD When things went cuckoo inside the company, she had the guts to make diabolical schemes to fix things. I was never bored. We always had some crazy little plot we were working on together. And she is an excellent 'digger'. We were the most well-informed trainess in camp. I went from being a total blurcase in Sri Aman to 'I know something youuu don't!' :D in Indera Pahlawan. No duh I was still a blurcase, but Yen kept me well-informed. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So, one more time, to the best dorm/camp/company-buddy I could ever ask for ... thanks for everything, and 'I lap u'. Haha. All the best now that you're starting college!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScL7zA2QhMI/AAAAAAAAAew/BnrhbJdPNcc/s1600-h/RIMG0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScL7zA2QhMI/AAAAAAAAAew/BnrhbJdPNcc/s400/RIMG0068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315087364070081730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The four pangkat girls of DELTA. From left to right, Jamie, Yen, One (Wan)  and me. We had a rocking good time together. That very last night in camp, we were the last four in the dorm to sleep. We didn't want to sleep, really. We played UNO, prank-called people (if you could call it that ... it's kinda hard to fool people at 3 in the morning) and lay around trying to stay awake. Yen was the first to pass out. Jamie and I thought of squeezing Colgate onto her face, but we ended up falling asleep 45 minutes after her so that plan failed. One was the last to fall asleep. I still don't know what time she admitted defeat. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScL_lpUmz1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/5wGs6YKvLDo/s1600-h/pangkatppl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScL_lpUmz1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/5wGs6YKvLDo/s400/pangkatppl1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315091532463132498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 8 pangkat people of DELTA. From left to right, top to bottom: Mizan, Arun, Zizan, Samad, me, Yen, One and Jamie. DELTA is the best company when it comes to the buddy-buddy relationship between the wira and wirawati. Mostly thanks to Cikgu Gee for holding meetings on a regular basis and encouraging us to interact with each other. Ironically, it was the 'denda' we got for losing our flag that brought us closer together. From writing the surat kiriman rasmi asking for our flag back to the bizarre and awesome majlis peminangan bendera to our partnered kawad sessions and the DELTA jamuan on our last Monday ... I couldn't ask for a better company, Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScMC31xlSZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/c8MabFuVWaY/s1600-h/joggers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScMC31xlSZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/c8MabFuVWaY/s400/joggers1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315095143578421650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Weekend Joggers' Club. Haha. Another reason why DELTA is tight I suppose. Regular joggers are DELTA people. The most regular being me, Yen and Mubin. In the photo, top to bottom, left to right: Me, Yie Ping, Yayi, Mubin, Yen and Shean. We have no PT pagi for weekends, so roll call is always at 7.30 a.m. Anybody who feels like jogging just come up at the normal 6.30 time slot, jog around for a while then hang around waiting for the others to march their way up. I think jogging would be the main reason I lost 10 kilos while I was at camp (!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScME_rdCkRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/19zb-rSnrx4/s1600-h/RIMG0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScME_rdCkRI/AAAAAAAAAfI/19zb-rSnrx4/s400/RIMG0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315097477270114578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random photo of us getting the 'gifts' ready for the DELTA jamuan. Me, One, Hasbi (can't see him, he's hiding behind One), Cikgu Gee, Zizan, Yen, Sheda and Din. This was the start to DELTA lepaking in the DM towards the end of our camp days. We didn't have any activities, so you can imagine our boredom. So a certain number of us just ... never went back to dorm until time came to bathe. Haha. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScMGnCM0jjI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/tMt2fZcdEkM/s1600-h/RIMG0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScMGnCM0jjI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/tMt2fZcdEkM/s400/RIMG0073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315099252902628914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shedding our responsibilities. Green for DELTA, blue for BRAVO, red for ALPHA, yellow for CHARLIE and the remaining two for the penghulu and penghuluwati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More in the future! Yea, I'm just indulging myself with these posts. It's been a week and I've finally shed off some of the 'gah I miss camp D:' feelings. But there's just a little, titchy ... OK, not so titchy bit still in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-1253422633635883450?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/1253422633635883450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=1253422633635883450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1253422633635883450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1253422633635883450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/03/plkn-flashback-yes-ill-have-seconds.html' title='PLKN Flashback: Misty mornings'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScLyiesoD5I/AAAAAAAAAeI/ejm5WM2DJw0/s72-c/PLKN2+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-6432965989900480446</id><published>2009-03-19T09:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:11:56.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>PLKN Flashback: Nice place you got here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGjqVhkavI/AAAAAAAAAcY/_ME0KRMtOrU/s1600-h/campsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGjqVhkavI/AAAAAAAAAcY/_ME0KRMtOrU/s400/campsign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314708983001672434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So. This is where I spent 27th December 2008 to 11th March 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm finally doing the update. xD I'm still not very sure how to do this ... I brought a journal to camp and it's less than ten pages short of a full book ... and that's because two weeks of events is missing from it. What can I say, I ran out of free writing time at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, the view of the camp!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGlXI6UnAI/AAAAAAAAAcg/I610YfMtcS8/s1600-h/RIMG0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGlXI6UnAI/AAAAAAAAAcg/I610YfMtcS8/s400/RIMG0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314710852221574146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First glimpse on the way in. That's the padang kawad on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGlXgQLxkI/AAAAAAAAAco/LLScqkS28ho/s1600-h/RIMG0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGlXgQLxkI/AAAAAAAAAco/LLScqkS28ho/s400/RIMG0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314710858487285314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View of the wirawati dorms and the surau from the padang kawad. My dorm is the one right next to the surau. Best view in the house, can see everything in camp.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGlYB6NbdI/AAAAAAAAAcw/V8xCTdfJKSE/s1600-h/RIMG0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGlYB6NbdI/AAAAAAAAAcw/V8xCTdfJKSE/s400/RIMG0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314710867521924562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the lake. The random people are on the road headed for the Dewan Makan. Between the dorms and lake is the kembara halangan ... obstacle course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGlYSGuSeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/pE4NxlO2DFM/s1600-h/RIMG0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGlYSGuSeI/AAAAAAAAAc4/pE4NxlO2DFM/s400/RIMG0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314710871869376994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaand ... here are the wira dorms. The girl and guy dorms are separated by the surau, volleyball courts, sepak takraw courts and a longkang. Hehe. Oh, and the zinc wall surrounding the girls' blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGn6f2GG4I/AAAAAAAAAdA/9IyUZp8pGyU/s1600-h/PLKN+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGn6f2GG4I/AAAAAAAAAdA/9IyUZp8pGyU/s400/PLKN+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314713658696539010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from the path snaking away from the classroom blocks. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGn6tEUJYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/g3EWankfXH4/s1600-h/RIMG0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGn6tEUJYI/AAAAAAAAAdI/g3EWankfXH4/s400/RIMG0111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314713662245840258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dorm corridor. Taken on the last day ... err, morning. We had to be at the DM (dewan makan) by 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGstqolyVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/d3qeCM3yIS8/s1600-h/deltaflag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGstqolyVI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/d3qeCM3yIS8/s400/deltaflag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314718935812524370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The DELTA flag! A little worse for wear ... the paint cracked over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGsuNSLzwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/un71pVyjb0U/s1600-h/RIMG0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGsuNSLzwI/AAAAAAAAAdY/un71pVyjb0U/s400/RIMG0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314718945113788162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dudettes I shared a dorm (D2) with during our 2 1/2 months. In no particular order: Yen, Shanti, Yunalis, Fang, Nia, Mani, Atul, Pei Ying, Ummi, Bibah, Faizah, Mok, Azie, Aimira, Fatimah, Miera, Ekin, Arma, Yoong, Tem Mee, Sun, Yayi and Yie Ping.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGvhI3IMYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yCrH5yxVNEk/s1600-h/RIMG0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGvhI3IMYI/AAAAAAAAAdg/yCrH5yxVNEk/s400/RIMG0114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314722019123147138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My locker! Yes that is a flying cat.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGxnF0RoQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/VmYH952f1ZU/s1600-h/RIMG0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGxnF0RoQI/AAAAAAAAAdo/VmYH952f1ZU/s400/RIMG0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314724320408346882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Full celoreng. You can't see it, but the inside of the pants read: "Sara K. Ikmal WWD2-02". My ID number. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGxnUc19VI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qW65g9oY2zA/s1600-h/PLKN+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGxnUc19VI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qW65g9oY2zA/s400/PLKN+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314724324336596306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the DELTA girls. Both D1 and D2 in this picture.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGzFlJtCXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/cBeRvXA-nBo/s1600-h/redcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGzFlJtCXI/AAAAAAAAAd4/cBeRvXA-nBo/s400/redcard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314725943727425906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red card I got because of my bad ankle. It acted up every few weeks while I was there. But I only got the red card the very last time it hurt, on a Thursday. Haha. Wore it for two days, during which Yen became my tongkat for the only reason that wirajaya was on Saturday and the kawad competition was on Monday. Speediest recovery I ever made. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More photos to come! And some tidbits on life at camp. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-6432965989900480446?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/6432965989900480446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=6432965989900480446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6432965989900480446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6432965989900480446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/03/flashback-plkn-1.html' title='PLKN Flashback: Nice place you got here.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScGjqVhkavI/AAAAAAAAAcY/_ME0KRMtOrU/s72-c/campsign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-4164710424812759339</id><published>2009-03-13T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:16:46.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>DELTA GO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sbp0eP4GwXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gHYA6RpKdtc/s1600-h/RIMG0425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sbp0eP4GwXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gHYA6RpKdtc/s400/RIMG0425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312686773443674482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, I do kinda miss these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full update? One day. I'm lazy right now. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-4164710424812759339?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/4164710424812759339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=4164710424812759339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4164710424812759339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4164710424812759339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2009/03/delta-kamate.html' title='DELTA GO'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/Sbp0eP4GwXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/gHYA6RpKdtc/s72-c/RIMG0425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7516768555464466617</id><published>2008-12-26T22:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T22:22:26.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>NS Hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAMPUNG SRI TAMAN&lt;br /&gt;JENGKA 6, MUKIM CHENOR&lt;br /&gt;DAERAH MARAN&lt;br /&gt;26500, MARAN, PAHANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving tomorrow, have to be at the pick-up point at 8.30. I had the most awesome day today, btw. I got to eat a lot of the food on my Most Awesome Food list: mee rebus, pau kaya, putu bambu, ikan bakar, sotong goreng, nasi lemak. Seriously, alhamdulillah, it was one awesome feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun, whatever you're doing: working, studying, going back to school (muahaha!), driving, job-hunting, scholarship recieving ... whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to everyone for all the kind wishes. :) I intend to enjoy myself. I'm as ready as I would be standing 400 feet above ground with a bungee cord tied around my ankles. But the best part is when you take that step, making up your mind as you go. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Hey guys, I'd appreciate it if you left comments while I'm gone on this post? The c-box doesn't record comments the way I'd like. xD Thanks. Will miss you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7516768555464466617?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7516768555464466617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7516768555464466617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7516768555464466617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7516768555464466617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/12/ns-hiatus.html' title='NS Hiatus'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-2036026563758860723</id><published>2008-12-25T09:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:07:27.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivities'/><title type='text'>Where's that miniature plastic xmas tree ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Have fun with all the present-opening, and the ... christmassing. :D&lt;br /&gt;As for those who don't celebrate it, just kick back and relax on this public holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;NS countdown: 1 1/2 days&lt;br /&gt;NS packing: 95% complete&lt;br /&gt;Ready?: O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-2036026563758860723?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/2036026563758860723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=2036026563758860723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2036026563758860723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2036026563758860723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/12/wheres-that-miniature-plastic-xmas-tree.html' title='Where&apos;s that miniature plastic xmas tree ...'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-4221685400924696254</id><published>2008-12-24T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T22:38:20.222+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Polo shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mira:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; [talking about Gossip Girl] ... Chuck, Nate and Eric are playing ... what's that thing called? *makes arm-swinging golf-like motions* Polo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, uh ... cr-cr-cri-croquet. Yeah, croquet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mira:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Oh. Then what's polo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ... water polo is the one in the swimming pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mira: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real polo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, those're the ones with the horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mira: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOHH. Ralph Lauren! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;NS Countdown: 2 days&lt;br /&gt;NS packing: 94% complete&lt;br /&gt;Ready?: D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-4221685400924696254?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/4221685400924696254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=4221685400924696254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4221685400924696254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4221685400924696254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/12/polo-shirts.html' title='Polo shirts'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-870486684651651294</id><published>2008-12-23T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:21:25.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><title type='text'>ID pls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SVI3AvsSqMI/AAAAAAAAAbA/owt5w76u9fg/s1600-h/skiid4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SVI3AvsSqMI/AAAAAAAAAbA/owt5w76u9fg/s400/skiid4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283345798800779458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My new Deviantart ID. I change my IDs every year, so this is the one for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know it doesn't look like me, but it was fun to do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Done entirely on GIMP2.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, that's my new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt; Tweaked my 'mouth'. So that it looks a leeeeeeeetle bit more like me than the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-870486684651651294?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/870486684651651294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=870486684651651294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/870486684651651294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/870486684651651294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/12/id-pls.html' title='ID pls'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SVI3AvsSqMI/AAAAAAAAAbA/owt5w76u9fg/s72-c/skiid4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-3649763967676616509</id><published>2008-12-23T13:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:16:01.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Monkey Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SVB3kssEcOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/rE3wO4Xbr54/s1600-h/choc1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SVB3kssEcOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/rE3wO4Xbr54/s400/choc1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282853835260588258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A monkey stole and ate my Kinder Bueno chocolate today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Climbed in through my window.&lt;br /&gt;S/He tried to take my Toblerone too.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;Why must everyone steal my Kinder Bueno?&lt;br /&gt;I've bought five packets in the past week and have only eaten one and a half!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SVB3dsse92I/AAAAAAAAAao/PxS-udY6hMg/s1600-h/monkey1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SVB3dsse92I/AAAAAAAAAao/PxS-udY6hMg/s400/monkey1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282853715003242338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Credit: Pictures ganked from Mira's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-3649763967676616509?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/3649763967676616509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=3649763967676616509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3649763967676616509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3649763967676616509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/12/monkey-business.html' title='Monkey Business'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SVB3kssEcOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/rE3wO4Xbr54/s72-c/choc1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-4039493419106229181</id><published>2008-12-23T10:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:13:32.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Year 2008</title><content type='html'>Well, since that I won't be around for the New Year, I'm making my NY post now. A list of bests and worsts, along with a summary of how the year treated me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; - Meh. I'll just say what I've been telling countless relatives and friends of the family for the past month: "It was OK". I didn't feel like dying, but it wasn't the most awesome thing in the world. What can I say? Glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt; - Haha ... Ko-ku wise, it was pretty good. I finally got that certificate I've been working for the past 5 years. I got some good posts, good certs to back-up my future education and some good experience. Working in HU for Pn. A was horrendous, but I guess I learned something: Paperwork sucks worse than actually getting people to do things so that I'll have paperwork to begin with. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class-wise, frankly, kinda sucked. xD A lot of little quarrels, and by the end of the year, everyone was tense. Overall, it was bearable. The teachers' nagging was the worst. Drove me around the bend. I'm glad that's over with. But I'll miss you guys. :( Ya'll knew how to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Social&lt;/span&gt; - GAH MY FRIENDS ARE AWESOME. BEAR HUG, EVERYONE! *glomps* And also, to my juniors for being cool; proud of you guys. Keep rocking that school. Carry out the pranks and hijinks that I never had the chance to do. Don't tell Pn. M I put you guys up to it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;World Events&lt;/span&gt; - Some good, some bad. Some ridiculous. But this is the world, we're talking about. We're all crazy. Yeah. Persoanlly, I've been pretty sick of some of the stuff that kept popping up in the newspapers this year. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the stuff I've enjoyed, whether or not it was released this year, or a century ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie &lt;/span&gt;- Dark Knight. Wowee it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV Show&lt;/span&gt; - Friends. I crack a rib laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cartoon/Anime &lt;/span&gt;- Avatar: The Legend of Aang. I've never felt this much love for a cartoon before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singer &lt;/span&gt;- I don't have favourites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Band&lt;/span&gt; - Fall Out Boy. Still love their songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book&lt;/span&gt; - Pendragon: Raven Rise. Had to think a lot about this. But yeah, that book was awesome. The ending especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character&lt;/span&gt; - Prince Zuko. Please, don't make him Jesse McCartney. He's too badass! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song(s)&lt;/span&gt; - The Man Who Can't Be Moved (The Script), Love Story (Taylor Swift), What A Catch, Donnie (Fall Out Boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for the worst (or least liked):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie&lt;/span&gt; - Over Her Dead Body. Seriously. I actually thought of all the books I could be studying while watching it. It was boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV Show&lt;/span&gt; - 90210. Blech. They can't act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cartoon/Anime&lt;/span&gt; - Most of the crap on Cartoon Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singer&lt;/span&gt; - Hmm. Soulja Boi. I hate his music with a passion rivalling the ardent love of a thousand Romeos and Juliets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Band&lt;/span&gt; - Hmm. None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Book&lt;/span&gt; - Eh, Darren Shan's books. I just don't feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Character&lt;/span&gt; - Heh. Bella. No offence, peoples. I just really don't like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song(s)&lt;/span&gt; - That one Soulja Boi song. And anything by Sean Kingston. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Special Mention&lt;/span&gt; - Goes to the Twilight series. Neither in the worst or best, it gave me the most entertainment this year. What a ride. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a special category, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I would dress up as at a costume party after going through the year 2008: &lt;/span&gt;Sabriel, from the Old Kingdom trilogy. Makes me wish there really was a costume party going on, so I could dress up for it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Summary&lt;/span&gt; - A good year, once all is said and done. I had fun. Learnt some stuff about myself. Learnt some stuff about people around me. I have great friends, and a good end to high school life. I'll miss everyone from school. We'll see each other in March when the results come out. ;) This was also the year that Tarsha talked me into watching anime. Thanks, man. I'm still iffy about most of the styles, but you helped me open my mind a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had more to say, but I can't remember. xD So. Here's to an even better year, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-4039493419106229181?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/4039493419106229181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=4039493419106229181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4039493419106229181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4039493419106229181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-2008.html' title='Year 2008'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-1522429935492443982</id><published>2008-12-22T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:59:57.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poll'/><title type='text'>Poll Post</title><content type='html'>Putting all my polls on this post, so it's easier to access in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;December 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScHDA3l0CHI/AAAAAAAAAeA/83w0Nx_CFuo/s1600-h/poll4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScHDA3l0CHI/AAAAAAAAAeA/83w0Nx_CFuo/s400/poll4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314743454963861618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;November 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SU-YbbRZTPI/AAAAAAAAAag/8icgOQMyHys/s1600-h/poll3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SU-YbbRZTPI/AAAAAAAAAag/8icgOQMyHys/s400/poll3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282608484873489650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;August 2008&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SJRxbIpmEKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fzCb0VxwRmw/s1600/poll01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SJRxbIpmEKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fzCb0VxwRmw/s1600/poll01.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-1522429935492443982?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/1522429935492443982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=1522429935492443982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1522429935492443982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1522429935492443982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/12/poll-post.html' title='Poll Post'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/ScHDA3l0CHI/AAAAAAAAAeA/83w0Nx_CFuo/s72-c/poll4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7526271164915223786</id><published>2008-12-18T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:20:25.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><title type='text'>Find me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SUpqBoQLyTI/AAAAAAAAAaY/qI5RWAl6nVE/s1600-h/map1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SUpqBoQLyTI/AAAAAAAAAaY/qI5RWAl6nVE/s400/map1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281150089263040818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me soon-to-be-abode.&lt;br /&gt;One week!&lt;br /&gt;(Full-view to see properly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7526271164915223786?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7526271164915223786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7526271164915223786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7526271164915223786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7526271164915223786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/12/find-me.html' title='Find me'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SUpqBoQLyTI/AAAAAAAAAaY/qI5RWAl6nVE/s72-c/map1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-3400570292351492213</id><published>2008-12-17T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:55:25.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Catspam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROCK ON. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to Johnny's for dinner. I got Papa a Boston t-shirt, Mira got him a voucher for a foot massage, Nazim got a speaker for his iPod, Hanna got him a little glass plaque with 'My Papa The Rockstar' on it and Mama got him a new iPod. Overall, it was a cool night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SUkNzirAB-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cJBJMscNXjw/s1600-h/RIMG0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SUkNzirAB-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cJBJMscNXjw/s400/RIMG0723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280767217200269282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SUkNzd1VvvI/AAAAAAAAAaI/GKQWTXiFghs/s1600-h/RIMG0722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SUkNzd1VvvI/AAAAAAAAAaI/GKQWTXiFghs/s400/RIMG0722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280767215901458162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SUkNzDmz8CI/AAAAAAAAAaA/UaKpNR3Hu4w/s1600-h/RIMG0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SUkNzDmz8CI/AAAAAAAAAaA/UaKpNR3Hu4w/s400/RIMG0730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280767208861200418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT: Photo credits to Mira. Happy, blob? xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gee, who's a little model? Scout really loves the piano. He likes listening to it, walking on it, and ... sleeping on it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my ATM card yesterday! Which is awesome. I won't be using it that often, but hey, still feels good to have it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random 6 year-old quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, look at the t-shirt ... *reads* Monkey Business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanna:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, does that mean the monkey is going to toilet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me, Mira and Mama:&lt;/span&gt; *choke laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna go create my agrobank account tomorrow, what with NS being in less than two weeks (insert panicked gurgle here). Speaking of which, Atuk was talking about how Papa escaped from NS back when he was in Singapore. Apparently the authorities kept coming to the house bothering him for months. O_o But y'know, Singapore NS is 2 and a half years. To which I say, "Malaysia NS 3 months? No problemo senor!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-3400570292351492213?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/3400570292351492213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=3400570292351492213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3400570292351492213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3400570292351492213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/12/catspam.html' title='Catspam'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SUkNzirAB-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/cJBJMscNXjw/s72-c/RIMG0723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-4841204136805235963</id><published>2008-12-16T21:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:33:19.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Time Capsule</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SUerclIVfCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/9kai8zWAeds/s1600-h/RIMG0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SUerclIVfCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/9kai8zWAeds/s400/RIMG0756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280377595606957090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've noticed that every year since Form 3, I've had class quads. As in three people I spend most of my class-time with. In Form 3, it was Nad, Hannah and Iffah. In Form 4, it was Ling Shin, Tarsha and Chan. In Form 5, it was Sophie, Iffah and Nazia. I wish I could get a picture of all of us, together, but that doesn't look like anytime soon. So this is the closest thing; sure, the photo's a little shaky, but these are 4 of the 8 people who have made the biggest impact on my secondary school life. What can I say? I love you guys. &lt;3 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SUeuk2rsWsI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nPD-_xDbMsE/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SUeuk2rsWsI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/nPD-_xDbMsE/s400/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280381036292496066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Prom. My first one ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started out with me completely losing my cool with my make-up and hair. As most people know, I'm not a make-up sorta gal, and my hair at its best is held in place with a fancy hairband. Mira did my hair, and everyone worked on my makeup. It's official that I am a very bad make-up reciever. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Sime Darby Convention Centre a little before 8. It was mind-numbingly cold. Matches the 'Frozen In Time' theme I guess. ;) Ean and Azura were our hosts for the evening, something I had not expected. They were cool. I toyed with the idea of saying hi to Azura, y'know ... telling her how I'd always watch Disney Buzz on Sunday mornings ... in my pjs. xD Or just say hi. But never got the chance. Maybe one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, the performances were great. They gave me good enough reasons to say, love thy local artists. So that was good. Helps that quite a few of them were quite cute. What can I say, there were a lot of good-looking chaps in that hall. Pity majority of them are taken. LOL. The Reza Salleh dude was particularly good. Strong voice, nice music, sweet lyrics. I'mma look his myspace up in a mo. See if I can find his other songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people started slow-dancing, I tried to drag some of the girls up to just sway, y'know, since that we were all date-less. I mean, there was a boy-couple dancing up there together, since that they didn't have dates. Cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There also games. Or, uh, a game. The 'scavenger hunt' didn't really work (although I was pretty interested in seeing the results of the 'find a guy with a six pack' prompt) but we continued with the celebrity lookalike contest. The male winner was a Datuk K lookalike. I KID YOU NOT. Azura called him up, and actually made a surprised squeak when he made his way to the front. He turned to the audience and everyone burst into cheers and laughter. It was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real dancing didn't start until 11 when everyone took over the dance floor and Atlas (a band) started playing. That was the best part. The lead singer had the wackiest dance moves. xD His expression kept reminding me of Brendan Urie, but other than that, doesn't look like him. But he was amusing. All of us - me, Nad, Hannah, Sophie, Huda, Aidil, Iffah - were dancing in a sort of little circle, doing crazy dance moves. Then someone started a conga line which snaked through the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we were all exhausted and sweaty. Hannah and I sang A Night To Remember (yes, from the HSM3 movie. So sue me. xD) as we made our way to the front door. And sure, it was a night to remember. Had a real blast. Met some people I haven't seen in a while (shout out to Priscilla and Nisa! *waves*) and ... well, felt like a girl. But mostly, had a rocking good time with people I hold dear. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-4841204136805235963?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/4841204136805235963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=4841204136805235963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4841204136805235963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4841204136805235963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-capsule.html' title='Time Capsule'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SUerclIVfCI/AAAAAAAAAZw/9kai8zWAeds/s72-c/RIMG0756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7775663680472719296</id><published>2008-12-14T22:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:28:05.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Klaklakakalatu</title><content type='html'>Bought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Creature In The Case&lt;/span&gt; by Garth Nix. A sort of short book (for World Book Day) about how Nick Sayre ends up going back to the Old Kingdom after the events in Abhorsen. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPOILERS&lt;/span&gt; onwards. Just for the next paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he meets Lirael in the very last few pages of the book, and she saves his life. And well ... who else thinks that they would make a great couple together? Nick seems to really care for her, and the way he kept re-reading her letter to him in the book made me ... well, get inclinations, so to speak. I mean, I toyed with the idea back when I started reading the Lirael book, when we first meet Sam and Nick. And the way she keeps tumbling over her words at the end of the Creature etc. book while talking to him made me want more. Dang it, Garth Nix! You write endings like beginnings! And you don't tell us what happens next! GRARR. But then again, maybe that's why your books are so good in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he's writing a sequel. I hopehopehopehope. Other Old Kingdom readers out there, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, spent past few days having fun outside home. Slept at Nad's house on Friday, which was awesome. Watched a couple movies, slept at 3.30 in the morning then went swimming. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watched The Day The Earth Stood Still&lt;/span&gt; (which was pretty boring) with Acu and Mira. Then slept over at Ara, my grandparents' house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Sassy Girl&lt;/span&gt; for the 2nd time (first at Nad's) which is this really cute romance that made me cry. Seriously. It's sweet. A little sad. Based on a Korean movie, but due to my complete obliviousness to all things Korean and Japanese, I know nothing about it. IMDb seems to hate it because of it being yet another Hollywood adaptation, but personally, I found it very sweet. I could watch it forever, I wouldn't mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt; for like, the 5th time. The Keira Knightley one. I never get tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning, I woke up with rashes. D: Which is really weird. My whole body is covered with them. Itches like crazy, so Acu gave me some cream for it. It's sort of similar to something I had back in Form 1. It'll go away in a few days, but for the meantime, it's really annoying. Mama thinks its a bug-bite. Some sort of small mite creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom's tomorrow. Hope it doesn't itch so bad then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also went to Taylor's College open day, for their PJ campus. I really really like their course structure for Mass Comm. I can't think of anywhere else (not many diploma courses ... lots of foundation mostly) and I can only think of UiTM. But Atuk rathers that I not go there 'cause ... well, he's got reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty set on Taylor's at the mo though. But I'll be sending in my application after NS, so I have some time to think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7775663680472719296?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7775663680472719296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7775663680472719296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7775663680472719296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7775663680472719296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/12/klaklakakalatu.html' title='Klaklakakalatu'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-5030565159403448510</id><published>2008-12-12T12:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:01:49.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sea-monkeys'/><title type='text'>Work in Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;This is a construction site!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revamp in progress!&lt;br /&gt;Sea-monkeys at work!&lt;br /&gt;etc.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Just for the time being. Maybe in a day, or half a week, depending on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;Felt that the blog needed a revamp, what with new years coming and stuff like that.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT: Done! That was fun to do. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-5030565159403448510?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/5030565159403448510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=5030565159403448510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/5030565159403448510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/5030565159403448510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/12/work-in-progress.html' title='Work in Progress'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-4434482558579492967</id><published>2008-12-12T10:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T10:56:11.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Check up</title><content type='html'>My health check up for NS was good, except for my ankle. I can't even remember if I blogged about that incident ... basically, I stepped into a longkang hole and twisted my right ankle. I could walk and stuff, so it wasn't a big deal. Problem is, that incident happened before SPM, and it's still hurting whenever I move my foot the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see Uncle Amir (Mama's cousin) since that he's a doctor at UM. Turns out it's a tendon problem. I just need to wear an ankle guard while wearing boots during NS, and he wrote out a letter in case I get pains and need to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm still slotted for the 27th Dec intake. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need to do is get my agro bank account done and do some more university researching. I know that I want to do Mass Comm, but as always, I've got a straightforward mind and can't seem to focus on more than one university. So I'm moving slowly. Wish I could go to an education fair and ask questions and stuff, but I missed the last one when I went to Bandung. So we'll see first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-4434482558579492967?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/4434482558579492967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=4434482558579492967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4434482558579492967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4434482558579492967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/12/check-up.html' title='Check up'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7814415773915890624</id><published>2008-12-11T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:36:38.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>Reset, reset!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slashfilm.com/2008/12/10/first-look-the-cast-of-the-last-airbender/"&gt;Avatar Casting - First Look&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, are you kidding me???&lt;br /&gt;Jesse McCartney???&lt;br /&gt;Dear God.&lt;br /&gt;If this is true and not some rumour-twisted joke, he better be a bloody good actor.&lt;br /&gt;Or else I don't think I could enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;Zuko's one of my favourite characters, you CAN'T SPOIL IT FOR MEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hopes it's not true*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I'm OK with the other people. Although I really was wishing they'd get ... y'know ... non-white people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7814415773915890624?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7814415773915890624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7814415773915890624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7814415773915890624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7814415773915890624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/12/reset-reset.html' title='Reset, reset!'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7893709806305133261</id><published>2008-12-09T10:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T15:11:00.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Does the walker choose the path, or the path choose the walker?</title><content type='html'>Since that SPM is over, I've started on the delightfully huge pile of books that I bought at the MPH warehouse sale two months ago. I couldn't read them then, what with exams and all, so it was really nice to get cracking. I've forgotten how much I love immersing myself in books that aren't trying to remind me that SPM wants to suck my brains out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first book I started on was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabriel&lt;/span&gt; by Garth Nix. It was published in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1995&lt;/span&gt;, people. I can't believe that it eluded me for so long. I love love love this series. Trilogy, really. The first book is definitely my favourite, even though I wasn't too fond of how Nix left the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the story is set in a fictional realm where there is basic technology (sort of circa 1900s, I think) and magic. The Old Kingdom would be the place where magic is strongest, because of the presence of Charter Stones. There are three bloodlines that are most powerful, descendants of the original Charters. They are the Clayr, Abhorsens and the Royal bloodline. The Clayr are a huge group of women, all related, who can see the future. Abhorsens are entasked with making sure the Dead remain dead, if you know what I mean. The Royals are ... well, the reigning Kings and Queens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first book, we meet Sabriel, who is a schoolgirl in Ancelstierre, the country south of the Old Kingdom. Her father is the Abhorsen. One day, she recieves her father's bells (tools with which they use to battle the Dead) and his sword. She concludes that her father is trapped within Death (which has nine precincts, but you'll have to read through the series to understand that better) so she sets out to save him. The Old Kingdom at the moment is without any ruler, King Queen or regent because of a tragedy that occured more than 200 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SPOILERS&lt;/span&gt; from this point on, btw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, Sabriel reaches her father's house which is pretty much the house of every Abhorsen that has ever lived. She meets Mogget, a small white cat who is a bound servant to the Abhorsen. He isn't really a cat, but after a millenia of being in that form, he's pretty much as cattish as they come. Taking off his collar is a really bad idea, unless you're suicidal. Anyway, they end up in a place called Holehallow at some point where they find a wooden statue of a young man. Sabriel finds something amiss, and thinks that the statue may be someone trapped within Death. She sets him free, and now we have Touchstone (we don't find out his real name till the last book) who was there when the last Queen was murdered by her eldest son, who is now one of the Greater Dead (i.e. bad guy villain man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name me a really good main character in fantasy or sci-fi who is female. My favourite right now is Sabriel. Can't help it. Love her guts. And it's difficult for me to like female characters, because most of the time they come across as whiny little ... well, you know. So this was a nice change. Mogget, however, is one of my favourites. He's so cute. I just wanna pick him up and cuddle him till he complains his tail off.           And Touchstone's just the sweetest guy. Scary when he loses his cool and goes into berserker/rampage/incredible hulk mode, but he only does that once in the entire book, so it just made it awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're looking for a fantasy series with a difference, pick it up. Then tell me about it, because as always, I'm the only one who's gushing about them. ;) It's going to be a movie in a few years, if all goes well. Garth Nix is co-writing, so even though I'm worried, I've got faith in the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm going to Maran, Pahang for NS. My parents wanted me to go to Beranang, where my uncle is, but it's too much hassle so Maran it is. I get to go with Nahjan, Hamizah and Amira (y'know, Pn. Sharifah's daughter), that is if they're OK with the health checks. AWESOME, in my opinion. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7893709806305133261?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7893709806305133261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7893709806305133261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7893709806305133261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7893709806305133261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/12/does-walker-choose-path-or-path-chooses.html' title='Does the walker choose the path, or the path choose the walker?'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-3101585119657943578</id><published>2008-12-03T22:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:16:17.791+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Do I Dazzle Thee? Yeth? Noth?</title><content type='html'>So, the post-SPM outing was awesome. Super duper awesome. 11 of us. We nearly took up the entire row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. The movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being "watch if you're intent on going through a few brainwashing therapy sessions" and 10 being "SO AWESOME, WATCH IT EVERYDAY FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE", I rate it a 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPOILERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because really, I'll be honest and say that I had a lot more faith in the movie than the book series (all faith in them flew out the window when I reached Bella's emo session in New Moon) so yeah ... Not that great. xD Before I continue, I remind everyone that this is my opinion. You can all have yours. IMDb, for example, has reviews ranging from the 1 to 10 I was talking about in the previous paragraph. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Here's the score:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plot:&lt;/span&gt; Actually, a remarkable lot better than the book, which made me want to die, with all the bombastic words. Listen, I take forever to get through Jane Austen. Anything like it, or trying to be like it? My system can't take it. xD So, 7/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt; Eh. What can I say? Bella's loads nicer here than in the book. The schoolboys are adorable, makes me want to run in there and high five all of them. Carlisle was just how I imagined him. And Charlie? Best damn character in the entire movie. And I found Jasper cute. I liked the whole "... the one who looks like he's in pain is Jasper. [pan to Jasper's semi-constipated face]" Now, the ... person everyone has been waiting for. Bring out Mr. Eddy Currents please!&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, that's Physics. My bad. SPM still leaving traces. So yeah. Edward is ... Edward. The look of constant constipation on his face was amusing though. And when he sucked on Bella's arm ... reminded me of Scout when he's trying to gnaw my toes off in one of his hyper kitten moods. xD 5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soundtrack:&lt;/span&gt; AWESOMESAUCE. Ridiculously lovely. Loved Edward's lullaby. Need to download arisiiinnggg ... 9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Story Flow:&lt;/span&gt; Blegh. Felt like dying whenever Bella and Edward started getting romantic. So slow. I actually had time to have a full conversation with Tarsha beside me during one of their intense stare into each other's eyes fests. 4/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Special Effects:&lt;/span&gt; Not bad. Pretty obvious how they did it, but still cool. Loved the climax scene with the ballet studio. I was flinching in pain with every kick, crunch of bone and howl of pain. Fuuun. But the sparkly bit? Quite ... strange. In my imagination, every time Edward sparkled in the book, all I saw was a great, shining white blob emitting disco lights. So you understand how seeing it for real kinda confused my brain. D: But he looked like he was dipped in glitter. 5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lines:&lt;/span&gt; Some funny, some neutral, some ridiculously cheesy. But I really liked the whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bella: I want answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edward: Yes. No. To get to the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, other people who were with me ... why was I the only one laughing? That was the best line in the entire film. I loved it. I was giddy with glee. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go. There were more nice parts to balance out the boring ones though. So that was alright. And the setting was gorgeous. Bloody cold-looking, but gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now. Going to Bandung tomorrow. See ya'll in half a week. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-3101585119657943578?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/3101585119657943578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=3101585119657943578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3101585119657943578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3101585119657943578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-i-dazzle-thee-yeth-noth.html' title='Do I Dazzle Thee? Yeth? Noth?'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-712054969357069122</id><published>2008-11-27T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:03:15.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><title type='text'>Major break-ups.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the ten boyfriends I've been with in the past two years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; (B.M.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edmund&lt;/span&gt; (English)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt; (History)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adrian&lt;/span&gt; (Add Maths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt; (Maths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt; (Agama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Barry&lt;/span&gt; (Biology)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt; (Chemistry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entoine&lt;/span&gt; (EST)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fi--&lt;/span&gt; (Physics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the Fun&amp;amp;Laughter, but it's over, bbs. It's oveeeeeeerrrr. Goodbye, and thanks for all the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Dearest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt; ... I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; loved you. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps2. Sorry &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fi--&lt;/span&gt;. For never really coming up with a name for you. That is my greatest regret. D: Forgive me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cupcake munchkin&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-712054969357069122?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/712054969357069122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=712054969357069122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/712054969357069122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/712054969357069122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/11/major-break-ups.html' title='Major break-ups.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-2618937463843049513</id><published>2008-11-25T21:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T16:06:03.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtt'/><title type='text'>Behind the Big-O shades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LING SHIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D I know it's exams and all, but rock on in a studious way, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other ... bloggy events;&lt;br /&gt;Let's play a game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I call it "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who That There?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSv7AC_nZmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/cGgTnF7XpgE/s1600-h/ze1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSv7AC_nZmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/cGgTnF7XpgE/s400/ze1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272583766989563490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First one to guess gets an imaginary cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't think it's that hard though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Probably ridiculously easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zac Efron&lt;/span&gt;. He whose name sounds like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;efferent neuron&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*cough*&lt;br /&gt;Laugh with me, Bio students? Yes? No? Oh well. xD&lt;br /&gt;Nad wins the cookie! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a story behind the random pic-posting. I was hanging around an lj-er's blog, and she happened to be a 'Zefron' fangirl. Not the crazy rabid ones, one of the funny witty ones. Anyway, she had a lot of pics of him on her page. One of which was this. And dagnabbit, I never thought that I'd see the day that I'll admit that yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zac Efron is a sexy Disney baby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;*wallops self with long MIA plastic squeaky mallet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-2618937463843049513?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/2618937463843049513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=2618937463843049513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2618937463843049513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2618937463843049513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/11/behind-big-o-shades.html' title='Behind the Big-O shades'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSv7AC_nZmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/cGgTnF7XpgE/s72-c/ze1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-4564275528567082046</id><published>2008-11-21T13:34:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T14:12:39.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>Honeydukes for the retinas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01. Compose a list of your top 15 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; famous men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;02. Collect one picture of each guy on your list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;03. Post them in your journal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Tag 15&lt;/span&gt; people to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee, I've actually wanted to do this for a while. These people are not arranged in any order. First find, first post. :P Oh, and if anybody disagrees with anyone on this list ... well, one man's meat is another man's poison, yeah? Whee. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these people are more cute than sexy. So sue me, I'm more of a cute-guy-girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Rule No. 1 up there? Makes me wish I had a guy friend to tag so he'd have to answer with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; 15 sexiest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt;. Way to be sexist, tag meme. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm done rambling now. On to the menz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Tom Sturridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZW4ah_yrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ZJXdxtBIdns/s1600-h/ts1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZW4ah_yrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ZJXdxtBIdns/s320/ts1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270995941078321842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ed Westwic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZbcCuwH1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/HOnMMzWfnMo/s1600-h/ew2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZbcCuwH1I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/HOnMMzWfnMo/s320/ew2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271000951211171666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugh Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZlOE0KQGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/DCmJTqgkHBg/s1600-h/hd2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZlOE0KQGI/AAAAAAAAAXw/DCmJTqgkHBg/s320/hd2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271011706368835682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. James Mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZiFPwnacI/AAAAAAAAAXg/UAWfNrFVR88/s1600-h/jm1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZiFPwnacI/AAAAAAAAAXg/UAWfNrFVR88/s320/jm1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271008256153053634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Nicholas Hoult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZjSO7gdWI/AAAAAAAAAXo/gmJH4mT7Ns0/s1600-h/nh1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZjSO7gdWI/AAAAAAAAAXo/gmJH4mT7Ns0/s320/nh1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271009578780226914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Penn Badgley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZmcSLMMAI/AAAAAAAAAX4/KdZacz7g0fw/s1600-h/pb1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZmcSLMMAI/AAAAAAAAAX4/KdZacz7g0fw/s320/pb1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271013049984888834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jensen Ack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZptpwn9-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/GiGjrs7wtLQ/s1600-h/ja1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZptpwn9-I/AAAAAAAAAYA/GiGjrs7wtLQ/s320/ja1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271016646908573666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Milo Ventimiglia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZyqBfmpNI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TZM6E4QKtLg/s1600-h/mv1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZyqBfmpNI/AAAAAAAAAYI/TZM6E4QKtLg/s320/mv1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271026480164807890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. James McAvoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSay5ylG9sI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Bzxq3oFXBus/s1600-h/jmc2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSay5ylG9sI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Bzxq3oFXBus/s320/jmc2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271097119783450306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Josh Holloway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSa2w6pU2YI/AAAAAAAAAYY/My8bf3fO7JY/s1600-h/jh1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSa2w6pU2YI/AAAAAAAAAYY/My8bf3fO7JY/s320/jh1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271101365376309634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Chace Crawford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSbESV_et-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/CRjuOWVg8_o/s1600-h/cc1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSbESV_et-I/AAAAAAAAAYg/CRjuOWVg8_o/s320/cc1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271116233303832546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Eddie Cahill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSbHnbu1-7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/4vxxbIXLTRI/s1600-h/ec1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSbHnbu1-7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/4vxxbIXLTRI/s320/ec1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271119894156802994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Thomas Dekker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSePptqNbUI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TTpQ8qJP3as/s1600-h/td1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSePptqNbUI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TTpQ8qJP3as/s320/td1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271339835654499650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. James Franco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSeTc8LzWBI/AAAAAAAAAY4/wWlzt2NQuWc/s1600-h/jf1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSeTc8LzWBI/AAAAAAAAAY4/wWlzt2NQuWc/s320/jf1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271344014261704722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Skandar Keynes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSeepgNOfNI/AAAAAAAAAZA/3xfh3tuqoFY/s1600-h/sk1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSeepgNOfNI/AAAAAAAAAZA/3xfh3tuqoFY/s320/sk1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271356324717690066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Neil Patrick Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSegrUsbI6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/5HKbNwM4eKI/s1600-h/nph1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSegrUsbI6I/AAAAAAAAAZI/5HKbNwM4eKI/s320/nph1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271358555010311074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. *stares at list* I see a recurring pattern. Is it me, or some of them look almost the same? Lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Tagettes&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laksh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shifa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hamizah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aisya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sue Vern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adrissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hannah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, you, even though you've abandoned your blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-4564275528567082046?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/4564275528567082046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=4564275528567082046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4564275528567082046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4564275528567082046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/11/honeydukes-for-retinas.html' title='Honeydukes for the retinas'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SSZW4ah_yrI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ZJXdxtBIdns/s72-c/ts1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7171088050674892261</id><published>2008-11-18T21:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:47:18.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>No, not yours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, Krash peed on me today.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;Stupid cat. I'M NOT YOUR TERRITORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7171088050674892261?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7171088050674892261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7171088050674892261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7171088050674892261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7171088050674892261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-not-yours.html' title='No, not yours.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-1566891309490142450</id><published>2008-11-13T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:03:19.802+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Steel toe boots, yeah?</title><content type='html'>Taking a break from the war. Tossed my weapons onto the bed and watched Who's Line Is It Anyway? which had me rolling in tears. Then jumped online where my DevArt inbox is full, but I can't be bothered to clear it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be neglecting my 'tools' for a while. I'll go back to sharpening my knives and cleaning out my guns tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... haha, lamest little soldier this side of the country. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the subjects were alright. I think I stand a really good chance. It's next week that will be a little more challenging. Brr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I re-read some of the Tillerman cycle books during my study breaks. And I have to say, of all the YA books I've read in my life, these have to be my favourite. Maybe it's just me. But I've found my fictional character brain buddy. As in, we think the same way. Weird, maybe but whatever. I'm a very happy, content little girl, Alhamdulillah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep going, SPM-ers. Long way to go, let's kick some exam paper ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Feel like sketching. I haven't sketched in a while. *wanders off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-1566891309490142450?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/1566891309490142450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=1566891309490142450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1566891309490142450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1566891309490142450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/11/steel-toe-boots-yeah.html' title='Steel toe boots, yeah?'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-1342761554550189218</id><published>2008-10-27T12:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T12:24:06.528+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angst'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Everyone</title><content type='html'>The other day, we went to Uncle Nizar's open house barbecue dinner thingy, and everyone was sitting around talking and listening to Uncle Jeff's son play guitar. Then Mira was telling me about how her guitar was still a little out of whack and needed fixing. So I told her to just ask Papa. In the end, we sent Hanna to do the job of informing him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanna:&lt;/span&gt; Papa, Kakak's G-string broke.&lt;br /&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papa:&lt;/span&gt; You know, if you say it that way it means something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone in vicinity:&lt;/span&gt; *crack up laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six year-old talk is def cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In another dimension of emotions, I'm having this feeling where I'm annoyed with the entire population of the world. It's never been of this scale before, so it's been ... quite interesting. Usually all this stuff is directed towards a lone individual, or just a particular group of people. But now I'm overly cynical and sarcastic and I can't feel ... cheery, y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this pretty little poetic piece on Deviantart a few minutes ago about a girl and a boy. Usually I get all choked up reading this kind of stuff, but instead, I just raised my eyebrows and go, "Meh, they're all written the bloody same way. Is there no originality anymore? Sure sure, your boyfriend is miserable and makes you feel like crap and probably plays the emo violin, boohoo. Get a new one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. I used to love reading these little poetic semi-depressing snippets. Now they look like trash to me. I can't even talk to people without over-analyzing everything they say and do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of reading newspapers, too(stupid politics). And with exams coming up, I'm not reading much of anything else(stupid exams). I've stopped playing with the characters in my head. They bore me now. And, I'm confused with the spectrum of people I hang out with. Everyone's at extremes, either studying their asses off or not studying at all. Variety's nice and all, but sometimes I wish people would just stick to one thing, or at least stop being such dumbasses about what their extreme about. Doesn't help that I'm in middle ground and SA doesn't seem to produce many medium-achievement students, only multitudes of straight-A-scorers or failures. (No offence meant to anyone, your personality is not proportional to your exam score, live with it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the matter of NS, which I am not looking forward to at this point. I'll miss too many things. I don't feel ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and I just want to clean out my brain of everything. Like starting fresh. Is this supposed to be a second puberty-anger phase or something? I'm not familiar with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss feeling optimistic and knowing what's right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-1342761554550189218?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/1342761554550189218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=1342761554550189218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1342761554550189218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1342761554550189218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/10/everyone.html' title='Everyone'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-3349989247543703912</id><published>2008-10-25T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:50:34.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prefects'/><title type='text'>Hotel Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;PJ Hilton&lt;br /&gt;After Prefect Lunch 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*four of us are exploring the hotel just for kicks before going home*&lt;br /&gt;*hop into elevator*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Let's go to a random floor. Lucky number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liyana:&lt;/span&gt; 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shumi:&lt;/span&gt; *reaches for 7 button*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tarsha:&lt;/span&gt; No! Not 7! *hits 4 button*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-silence in lift-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shumi:&lt;/span&gt; *words cannot express the look on her face* Tarsha, 4 is the number of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Later on, on level 4*&lt;br /&gt;*In hushed voices*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; There's nothing here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tarsha:&lt;/span&gt; Let's go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shumi:&lt;/span&gt; *walks towards end of corridor*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liyana:&lt;/span&gt; *won't stop giggling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, let's get back into the lift. And try number 7. We could end up in Hogwarts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shumi:&lt;/span&gt; Or Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;*pause as idea sinks in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All:&lt;/span&gt; Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tarsha:&lt;/span&gt; What happens when somebody asks us who we are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; We're tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tarsha:&lt;/span&gt; From India! You can be from Nepal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shumi:&lt;/span&gt; How about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tarsha:&lt;/span&gt; *says something that sounds like roti canai*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tarsha:&lt;/span&gt; It's a place. In India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Oh. Then Liyana can be from Korea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liyana:&lt;/span&gt; Me, Engilish, no speak! No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited the meeting room floor, where Tarsha panicked a little and told us to back off, because there're security cameras. Then we went to the swimming pool, but it was raining and some dude yelled at us to go back inside. xD And that was our magicall not-so-eventful hotel adventure. After prefect lunch, which was fun and very yummy. I'm gonna miss everyone ... I barely see most of them in school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely not posting after this. Tood-loo, good luck to everyone facing SPM, STPM or university finals or what have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-3349989247543703912?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/3349989247543703912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=3349989247543703912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3349989247543703912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3349989247543703912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/10/hotel-adventure.html' title='Hotel Adventure'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-6389041735612424790</id><published>2008-10-16T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:41:12.983+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Royal drama.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SPbUZXiSyCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/xMzmK3KouJg/s1600-h/RIMG0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SPbUZXiSyCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/xMzmK3KouJg/s400/RIMG0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257623147281303586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our new kitten, Scout. Name is subject to change at the moment ...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; some&lt;/span&gt; of us *glances at other family members* are torn between Doctor and Che Det. Yes, Che Det, as in Dr. M's nickname. xD You can put the credit for that idea on Nazim, who just read that new Dr. M biography comic and seems to have proclaimed him his new idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In other news, the fam and I are going to watch the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamma Mia! Musical&lt;/span&gt; in December. Papa's always liked ABBA and the new movie seems to be a catalyst to the rebirth of his sudden want to watch the musical. So, yay! I spent my childhood lisetning to them on the radio, so alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SPbWTRGGqkI/AAAAAAAAAW4/q6809WXFnPU/s1600-h/p1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SPbWTRGGqkI/AAAAAAAAAW4/q6809WXFnPU/s200/p1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257625241496496706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I watched this ^ yesterday. Completely historically inaccurate, but hey, it's entertainment, and it sure does entertain. SPOILERS coming up, so if you'd rather watch it for yourself, hit the Back button, now. Anyhoo, the story centers around two sisters, Anne and Mary Boleyn. Mary is married, and pretty much a good, honset person. Anne on the other hand has been given the challenge of wooing King Henry VIII, in order to glorify the family's name. But the King instead falls for Mary, leaving Anne feeling more than a little betrayed by her sister. Due to a secret marriage with one Henry Percy, Anne is banished to France to wait on the Queen there, since that Mr. Percy is engaged to somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Mary becomes the King's mistress, and soon she becomes pregnant, later confined to her bed. Around this time, Anne returns, having learned a thing or two from the French; the King is fascinated by her changed self, and decides to go after her, if you get my meaning. But Anne has plans ... she won't give in to him, she says, because that would be betraying her sister. But the King wouldn't rest, and on the very day Mary gives birth to a son, he promises Anne to never speak to Mary again. Anne, triumphant, sends a betrayed Mary back to the counrty with her newborn baby boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne continues to play with the King's affections, asking for more and more. The King breaks ties with the Roman Catholic Church for her, just so he can annul his marriage with Catherine of Aragon (or was it Katherine?). This makes him very angry, what with everything crashing down about him. In a fit of rage, he ends up raping Anne (yes, you read right) just before they get married. Oh, and around this point Anne and Mary have forgiven each other and are now together again. Anne becomes pregnant, but gives birth to a baby girl. The King isn't at all pleased, what with his wanting a son. Anne, frightened by the disastrous results of her scheming, falls pregnant again; and miscarriages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where I started going "WTFISH D:" a lot. Anne, desperate for a son and scared of informing Henry of the loss of their baby decides to get pregnant again - by her brother George Boleyn (played by Jim Sturgess, who is cute in a puppy-faced sorta way, whee.). Mary, who was probably WTFISHing as much as I was decides to run away (good for her). The thing is, George's wife Jane sees them about to commit the act, and she runs off to tell Henry. In the end, George is executed (it was horrifying. They chopped his head off. And he made this horrible little squeal just before the axe fell. Doesn't help that I think he's too cute to die.) and Anne confesses to Mary (yeah, she came back hoping to save her siblings' skins) that they never commited incest - George couldn't do it (well no duh, man, you're his frickin' sister.). But no amount of begging from Mary could change Henry's mind, and Anne too was executed. Mary later moved to the country with Anne's daughter Elizabeth, where she married Stafford (some guy who worked for her father ... he's sweet.) and basically lived happily ever after THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. So, royal drama like whoa. Like I said, historically inaccurate, but entertaining. Loved the costumes. Made me itch to find a reference so I can draw some pretty dresses. And the acting was alright, although Scarlett Johansen's face annoyed me a bit what with her constant expression of "Oh ... ohh, that's not good. :(". Natalie Portman pulled off Anne's downfall convincingly, you could really see where she started goign a bit cuckoo with the whole "I can't produce a son, I'm so SCREWED! I know, I'll get my brother to impregnate me, then nobody ahs to know I miscarriaged!" scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just as a note, read a few history articles before discussing the movie with anyone else. I'm lookin' at the IMDb forums, and lots of people are frustrated by the inaccuracy. I don't mind myself ... it's just good television. Speaking of which, I've gotten an urge to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Tudors &lt;/span&gt;(British t.v. show about ... well, the Tudors, duh.) now ... anyone know where I can find the episodes? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-6389041735612424790?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/6389041735612424790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=6389041735612424790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6389041735612424790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6389041735612424790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/10/royal-drama.html' title='Royal drama.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SPbUZXiSyCI/AAAAAAAAAWw/xMzmK3KouJg/s72-c/RIMG0204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-6395562497829561311</id><published>2008-10-04T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T12:28:28.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivities'/><title type='text'>Fun for the ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SObwPWvD1FI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hEBR2nyCvG0/s1600-h/IMGP2060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SObwPWvD1FI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hEBR2nyCvG0/s400/IMGP2060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253150161965929554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... whole family. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-6395562497829561311?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/6395562497829561311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=6395562497829561311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6395562497829561311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6395562497829561311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-for.html' title='Fun for the ...'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SObwPWvD1FI/AAAAAAAAAWo/hEBR2nyCvG0/s72-c/IMGP2060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-2250908324889897955</id><published>2008-09-30T11:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:37:48.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><title type='text'>Guess who?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SOGYhs9ygiI/AAAAAAAAAWY/P1WPRiwxZOs/s1600-h/torres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SOGYhs9ygiI/AAAAAAAAAWY/P1WPRiwxZOs/s400/torres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251646345264136738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For Nad, 'cause I happen to be in an art-farting mood. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;And here's yet another drawing. What do catfish eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SOIBE8KpEuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/CVO1mb6bpiU/s1600-h/catfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SOIBE8KpEuI/AAAAAAAAAWg/CVO1mb6bpiU/s400/catfish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251761299849286370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-2250908324889897955?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/2250908324889897955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=2250908324889897955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2250908324889897955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2250908324889897955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/09/guess-who.html' title='Guess who?'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SOGYhs9ygiI/AAAAAAAAAWY/P1WPRiwxZOs/s72-c/torres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-8263118070629522527</id><published>2008-09-30T06:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:50:13.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivities'/><title type='text'>Oodles</title><content type='html'>Finally got to colour this drawing I made  more than a month ago. This is Reina, from my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dime Trap&lt;/span&gt; story which is still a work in progress. The story, not the drawing. I'm going to draw Fever real soon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SOFQWmGg5iI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0WG2Ctmno3Y/s1600-h/Reinacolour.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SOFQWmGg5iI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0WG2Ctmno3Y/s400/Reinacolour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251566989605922338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, here's a five-minute sketch of a young Rolf. Probably around 14 or 15, about the time when he started becoming a pain in the backside. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SOFQWicPmVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0WGx4HvcBMA/s1600-h/lilrolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SOFQWicPmVI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/0WGx4HvcBMA/s400/lilrolf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251566988623321426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway, I've finished reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sir Thursday&lt;/span&gt; by Garth Nix. My favourite of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keys to the Kingdom&lt;/span&gt; series so far. When I first started reading this series, I lent the books to Tarsha and she pointed out that Arthur, the lead, had a lot more sense in his brain than most other fictional main characters. I re-read the books, and it's TRUE. He actually thinks about things. Before doing them. And the things he worries about are so very realistic. The best part? He's a sweet guy who's humble and does his best, even when he doesn't want to, and he has BACKUP PLANS. And (yes, more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kata hubung&lt;/span&gt;) when he gets the power (i.e. the Keys) he actually uses them to their fullest extent (except towards the end of the series, because ... gah, just read the book). Instead of flailing around like a lunatic with no clue what he's doing. The thing about Arthuer is, even when he's flailing like a lunatic, he does it sensibly. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he was older (he's probably around 13 or 14 ... not very clear EDIT: He's 12! Holy CRAP. D: ) I would totally have a fictional crush on him. xD Can't wait to read the next book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and in case I don't get to tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Maaf Zahir dan Batin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one and make sure you don't overload on the food. ;) And happy duit-raya-collecting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-8263118070629522527?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/8263118070629522527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=8263118070629522527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8263118070629522527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8263118070629522527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/09/oodles.html' title='Oodles'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SOFQWmGg5iI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0WG2Ctmno3Y/s72-c/Reinacolour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7611872581454768826</id><published>2008-09-26T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:39:44.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My horoscope today in the Star newspapers read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something will end for you today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm like, YEAH BABY. Trials are overrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Now for a short break before I inflate my brain again.&lt;br /&gt;HELLO INTERNETS. Didn't miss you much, but HI anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7611872581454768826?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7611872581454768826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7611872581454768826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7611872581454768826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7611872581454768826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/09/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-1863267282834792341</id><published>2008-08-30T19:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:50:38.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Yes, two reasons.</title><content type='html'>Updating is now not constant for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Trials. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;2) My computer got taken over by a Trojan Horse pretending to be an Antivirus. It is both very annoying and quite amusing - y'know, to what lengths these people go to make our lives miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WALL-E&lt;/span&gt;, which was quite nice, but not exactly that awesome. Then I watched&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Clone Wars&lt;/span&gt; because Nazim wanted to. It was NOT awesome. Then bought a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hancock&lt;/span&gt; DVD. And y'know, I was pleasantly surprised. It was quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;. No offence to you loyal fans, but I laughed every time Bella cried. And the birthing scene was horrifying. And Jacob's imprinting makes me unhappy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SLkv_sJwSNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/kXooxqsuVtY/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SLkv_sJwSNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/kXooxqsuVtY/s400/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240272412652619986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here, have a drawing. Drew her days ago. 'Tis Reina, from my Dime Trap story. She's the one with the aeroplane. Whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-1863267282834792341?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/1863267282834792341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=1863267282834792341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1863267282834792341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1863267282834792341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-two-reasons.html' title='Yes, two reasons.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SLkv_sJwSNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/kXooxqsuVtY/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-3928012048452707329</id><published>2008-08-23T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:51:04.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Dreampiphany</title><content type='html'>Went to eat mee rebus at Plaza Damas just now, and made friends with a little stray cat. Hanna wanted to call it Pancake, Nazim wanted to call it Cheesecake. They later settled with the name Nickname. Y'know, as a nickname? I love their logic, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And little Nickname followed Hanna all over the place, since that she was the one dropping bits of chicken haphazardly all over the place. And Hanna said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"He won't stop following me! Haha. It's because he thinks I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To which Mama laughed. And Hanna got embarrassed and distracted her by asking, "Why are we still waiting, is it for the satay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I got hit by a dream-piphany. Which is basically my way of saying, I got a dream which sparekd a story idea in my head. And I feel so guilty, because my current &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIPUT&lt;/span&gt; project is still floundering in many hurried scribblings and incomplete musings while this dream story already has a basic plot and a title. A TITLE. Dear lord. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I dreamed that I was a boy. My name was Fever (WTFish, brain? 'Fever'? xD). I lived in a pirate ship with my mother, who looks a hella lot like Chandler's transvestite dad in Friends, and my little sister. We're having a party in our pirate ship room below deck, and I have a heart-to-heart with my mother. Then the doorbell rings, and I thought that it was my father, but instead, it was my mother's boyfriend, this real kooky sorta guy with big glasses. But he was a nice guy, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the dream turns into something of a cyber-western action movie. These guys with guns turn up and start shooting everyone, and they hit an eleven year old boy. They steal a bunch of robots (which looked like TVs on wheels) and run off, leaving the town in chaos. I'm not the Fever-boy anymore at this point ... I'm just observing, like a movie viewer. There's this woman, in the classic leather jacket and tight jeans with short hair, following this little hippie lady who could talk to robots. And one of the robots which wasn't stolen was hanging from a fire escape, cooing to itself and saying, "Oh no, I like it here very much, thanks. Whee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dream changes again. I'm sort of watching Fever, who has now somehow transported himself into an alternate dimension, watching this girl building an aeroplane. He helps the girl out, but she can't see him. And I had the feeling that he loved her. That's about when I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes. Story idea like WHOA, man. I even have a title for it: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dime Trap&lt;/span&gt;. I think it has a nice ring to it. :D Doodlings probably in the future. This does not mean I'm abandoning my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIPUT&lt;/span&gt; project. Far from it. It's better this way, I think ... my brain was starting to go stale, mulling over the same ideas all the time. This is a breath of fresh air. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SIPUT&lt;/span&gt; project will always be my baby. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-3928012048452707329?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/3928012048452707329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=3928012048452707329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3928012048452707329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3928012048452707329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/dreampiphany.html' title='Dreampiphany'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-1560380334708570004</id><published>2008-08-20T15:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T16:01:08.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><title type='text'>h8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The arguments on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMDb&lt;/span&gt; Boards regarding racism in movies are:&lt;br /&gt;Long-winded&lt;br /&gt;Redundant&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude. The racism you're all pointing at and howling about? Doesn't exist. It's because of you people, bringing up the topic of racism, that these arguments even exist.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;What with the war on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; boards, the over-popularity of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; boards, the Western vs. Asian hoo-ha on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dragonball&lt;/span&gt; boards, the inactivity on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt; boards, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; boards' anger at WB for pushing the movie back and the idiot racism arguments EVERYWHERE ...&lt;br /&gt;No message board is FUN anymore.&lt;br /&gt;*closes IMDb window*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, sometimes I really hate people on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe just people in general.&lt;br /&gt;Not you people reading this, ya'll are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. No, wait. Hollywood is to blame too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-1560380334708570004?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/1560380334708570004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=1560380334708570004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1560380334708570004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1560380334708570004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/h8.html' title='h8'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-4732563082141436176</id><published>2008-08-19T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:32:05.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>15 things</title><content type='html'>Lots of holiday-tags flying around. Which is just as well, since that the lack of school-time chatter has robbed me of interesting bits of life to share. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;3 Golden Rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;State 15 weird things/ habits/ little known facts about yourself. The 10 people I tag are to then to follow my footsteps and write their own 15 weird things/habits and little known facts.. No tag backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;I like to watch people around me, the way they react towards things. Same goes for when I'm watching shows, or reading books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I have two 'voices': the one I use normally, and the one I use with people of authority, i.e. teachers, etc. (I also use this one when answering phones. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; I take pride in thinking of things differently than other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; I have a slight fear of being awkward around guys since that SA is a girls' school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; I always feel the need to buy a book when I go to a bookstore. Doesn't matter if I don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; I like to give weird names to things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; I am a nagger. Nag, nag, naggity nag. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes, I wish that my fictional characters are real. I want to introduce them to all my RL friends and sit back to watch the hilarity ensue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; I think being a prefect is one of the best things that has ever happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; I re-checked my 'hot guys' list. Majority are British. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; I don't mind anime, but I'm upset about the lack of 'other-style' artists I know in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; I want to do something really BIG before I leave school. I just don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; I think that I have the coolest dreams ever. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; I want to get the chance to swim with dolphins one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; ... and now I have the sudden urge to re-write my "List of Things To Do Before I Kick The Bucket". O_o *runs off to find pen and good notebook*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who to tag ... dude, too many people have done this already. xD So, again, I leave this open to the public to decide for themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-4732563082141436176?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/4732563082141436176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=4732563082141436176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4732563082141436176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4732563082141436176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/15-things.html' title='15 things'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7482047469896006058</id><published>2008-08-18T18:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:46:25.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><title type='text'>Lemme see that sense o' humour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on how much I'm attached to said person, possibly shed a few tears, then plot the most humiliating break-up ever. I could end up on his list of 'Crazy Ex-Girlfriends'. Buahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM straight As, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Describe your dream wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange. I never imagine my wedding. Not in detail anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Not really ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What is your ideal lover like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grigg. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane Austen's Book Club&lt;/span&gt;. Nad knows. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Which is more blessed? Loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both ways, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move on. It's strange how this happens quite easily ... but then again, I've never been closely-attached to the secret-admiree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Is being tagged fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. How do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life to the fullest and being paid for it. Whoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Who are the most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family, what can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's mah bestest buddey. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Would you be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single and rich. Better than being depressed in that moneyless marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What is the first thing you do every morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still dreaming? Oh yeah, I am. Keep eyes closed. Dream is too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Would you give your all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on who's on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. If you fell in love with two people at the same time, who would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me, I'd do my head in trying to decide and list the pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What type of friends do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones who accept you for who you are, and are there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What type of friends do you dislike?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind who make idiot jokes. No offence to anyone who feels offended. But ... yeah. Jokes that don't make sense. Like ... rude ones. Yeah. As you can see, I value your sense of humour very highly. Bah. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eight suckers to tag :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already tagged people just before this, so ... anyone who feels compelled to do this, be my VIP guest. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7482047469896006058?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7482047469896006058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7482047469896006058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7482047469896006058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7482047469896006058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/lemme-see-that-sense-o-humour.html' title='Lemme see that sense o&apos; humour.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-577426320910800284</id><published>2008-08-17T15:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:55:38.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Highschool Never Ends</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I'm gonna take a leaf outta Jane's book and post the link to the cyber-homework that SA is giving out. For all of you who forgot to write it down, weren't present, etc. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cfkeep.org/html/stitch.php?s=30013399599133&amp;amp;id=66398692006617"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click here for your lovely holiday dosage of homework!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(46, 62, 90);font-family:Century Gothic;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;RULES: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;1. put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, ETC on Shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;5. Put this on your journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Behind These Hazel Eyes - Kelly Clarkson (Well, my eyes are dark brown, but, eh, OK!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. How would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Second Chance - Faber Drive (Heh. Even I don't know if that applies. xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. What do you like in a guy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Tak Bisakah - Peterpan (Nope, makes no sense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. How do you feel today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The Call - Regina Spektor (Hmm?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.What is your life's purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Honestly - Cartel (Dude, none of my answers make sense! xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What is your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic At The Disco (WTF? Hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It Ends Tonight - All-American Rejects (Say what.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What do you think of your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do You Know? - Enrique Inglesias (Nah, you don't know. xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What do you think about very often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ring Ring - Mika (*bell beeps around inside head*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. What is 2 + 2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Love Song - Sara Bareilles (Awww. Sweet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What do you think of your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Supermassive Black Hole - Muse (WHUT. Dude. HAHAHA. xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. What do you think of the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Say Goodbye - Skillet (Aw. I haven't even said hello yet. D: )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.What is your life story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Someday We'll Know - Mandy Moore (Yeah, when I'm dead and famous, you'll all know. xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Crush - David Archuleta (Eh ...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Awake - Secondhand Serenade (Anyone would be wide awake when they see the person they like.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;At The Beginning - Richard Marx and Donna Lewis (OMG. That is supercool cheesy awesome. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17.What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When I Go Down - Relient K (Down into the ground?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.What is your hobby/interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Time After Time - Quietdrive (Meh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19.What is your biggest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Whatever It Takes - Leona Lewis (No lah.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.What is your biggest secret?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;This Is A Love Song - One Buck Short (Apparently? Haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21.What do you think of your friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Gone - Kelly Clarkson (WHAT. Nooooooo. D: Don't be gone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. What will you post this as?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Highschool Never Ends - Bowling For Soup (Fair enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And now, because I like reading these memes, I tag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Nad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Frisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Sofeya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Shifa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Nahjan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-577426320910800284?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/577426320910800284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=577426320910800284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/577426320910800284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/577426320910800284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/highschool-never-ends.html' title='Highschool Never Ends'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-5267165718217149717</id><published>2008-08-17T10:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:31:31.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Star-gazing, whoooo.</title><content type='html'>The sibs and I are staying over at our grandparents' place, so we ended up watching &lt;em&gt;Star Wars&lt;/em&gt; in Acu's room till midnight. So, we're giggling around and making jokes about Luke's eyes talking (Love me, Daddy!!! There's still GOOD in youuuuu!) and why Mira and I never noticed that Han Solo has a senget smile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Dude, we're supposed to notice when guys have senget smiles. Y'know, 'cause it's hot [senget smiles].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mira:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah ... and ... Han Solo is handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Not hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mira:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah. Dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe it's because we know that Harrison Ford is like ... past 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mira:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when commenting on Leia's 'outfit' while the scenes with Jabba the Hut:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acu:&lt;/strong&gt; Wow, the princess sure is showing off  LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmm. Well ... they're in the desert. It's ... hot? :'D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acu:&lt;/strong&gt; But Luke is wearing black. That should be even hotter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; But he's got the Force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mira:&lt;/strong&gt; His own air-cond blowing around inside his baju!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeeeaaaaahh. Learning the Force is a package deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, randomly later while watching Darth Vader ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mira:&lt;/strong&gt; I wonder how he goes to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; He's a machine. I don't think he goes to the toilet. Or eat, for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mira:&lt;/strong&gt; But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, he' one with the Force. Magical pee-holding Force?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mira:&lt;/strong&gt; Or, he's just got a bag down there to catch everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both of us:&lt;/strong&gt; *crack up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the plane-shooting scene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mira:&lt;/strong&gt; What is that thing? [one of the aliens]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Looks like a ... fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nazim:&lt;/strong&gt; It's shaped like a sotong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Well then. Sotong fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mira:&lt;/strong&gt; I bet they just smooshed them both together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, at the very very end, where everyone's celebrating, and you can see the ghosts of the three Jedis who died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey look! It's Obi-Wan ... and Yoda ... and ... HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acu:&lt;/strong&gt; WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; There!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acu and Mira:&lt;/strong&gt; Whaaaaat, Hayden Christensen?? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; What the fish? What's he doing there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hayden Christensen in movie:&lt;/strong&gt; *continues to smile happily*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The rest of us:&lt;/strong&gt; :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mira:&lt;/strong&gt; I feel sorry for the old actor guy who played Anakin in this first trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, people. Buy the new Star Wars box set! You'll get a random Hayden Christensen cameo. Yup. I'm still not over the weirdness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-5267165718217149717?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/5267165718217149717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=5267165718217149717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/5267165718217149717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/5267165718217149717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/star-gazing-whoooo.html' title='Star-gazing, whoooo.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-2344289280917638692</id><published>2008-08-16T10:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T11:20:42.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Too baaaad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATUK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16th SOFEYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Firstly, regarding the WB decision in moving the HBP movie to July next year: WTFish, people. WTFish. You're all a bunch of greedy no-good wingdings. If the movie's good, even if you release it on the coldest winter night, it'll top the box office. So what if the writer's strike killed a few things? All the other movies and tv shows pulled through OK. Heck, 2008 is a pretty good movie year in my opinion. I can sense your fear! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I bet you guys think the film sucks. Well too bad. &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, hey guys, SA now gives you your homework online! Yippie-kay-yay. *waves white flag miserably*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I borrowed Breaking Dawn from Sab. It was a very spur-of-the-moment thing; she happened to have the book, but Tarsha was absent, so couln't pass to her. So I took it instead. Haven't read it yet. I just don't have the mood. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SKZDoJNAZ3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/C2W6avMCCgk/s1600-h/nrb.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SKZDoJNAZ3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/C2W6avMCCgk/s200/nrb.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234945973809080178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way, I finished reading Nightrise a few days ago. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SPOILERS&lt;/span&gt; ahead. I thought it was really good. :) My favourite of the series so far. The story starts off  a few weeks before the ending of the second book, with Scott and Jamie Tyler instead of the protagonist of the first two books, Matt Freeman. They both have powers; they can read minds, and they've got the whole Jedi-mindtrick deal going on. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Scott gets kidnapped by the Nightrise Corporation, a company that supports the return of the Old Ones (basically, the evil bad guys). Jamie, lost and confused, ends up getting help from Alice McGuire, a woman who's searching for her son Danny, who was also kidnapped by the company. Horowitz's writing is simple, but effective; I can see everything clearly in my mind. Very good stuff. And the plot is finally starting to come together, giving us a clear picture of just what exactly is happening in this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, Jamie is my favourite of the Five; Matt is too much of a classic hero for me, and Pedro comes in second. We don't see too much of Scott from the book, but he comes off as the troubled one of the group, if you ask me. The fifth one, the girl, is Scarlett ... but I'm not sure whether I'll like her yet, because we've only met her 'past self'. And the indication is that she might turn out to be the one who does an anti-hero ... but I won't know till the next book, coming out in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-2344289280917638692?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/2344289280917638692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=2344289280917638692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2344289280917638692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2344289280917638692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-baaaad.html' title='Too baaaad.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SKZDoJNAZ3I/AAAAAAAAAQU/C2W6avMCCgk/s72-c/nrb.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-4496050086282173718</id><published>2008-08-15T19:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:51:01.101+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><title type='text'>Here starts the month of Merdeka.</title><content type='html'>Spent most of today sticking many sheets of paper into my komsas book, to pass up. There were so many papers, and no time to paste, and I panicked towards the end of the day when the junior prefects came to halau us to the hall for Merdeka celebration. No offence, juniors, but I now know the feeling when I halau-ed my own non-prefect seniors last year ... yeah, I feel their pain. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;They could have expressed it a lot more politely though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I went down to the hall, it was packed, I was late, and feeling miserable to boot. I cheered up slightly after chatting to Hamizah about NS, and groaning over the fact that we'll have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kawat&lt;/span&gt; when we go next year. But I still wasn't in the mood, y'know? I waved the little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jalur Gemilang&lt;/span&gt; they gave me, but there was absolutely no feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they started playing the songs. And y'know what? They are my favourite part about Merdeka celebrations. I was always the little kid who adored being patriotic; I got so excited when celebrations started and I always sang the words at the very top of my lungs. And some of that feeling came back when they played my personal favourite, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tanggal 31&lt;/span&gt;. Sure, call me lame and geeky, but I always threw a bit of a tantrum when they didn't play it the past few years at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seriously cheered me up. I was singing in the worst off-key voice imaginable (I never realised I was so terrible at reaching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; particular note; thank god everyone was too loud to hear me!) and waving the little flag and jumping whenever the song reached the climax point of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MERDEKA!&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I could hear Papa cheering at the TV - the Malaysian track cyclist managed to beat US. I think it was a qualifying round, I'm not sure. Then after tuition, I heard Papa yelling again - this time it was badminton, and it was soooo good. (Papa in the background: YES! YES!) Yup, still doing good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papa in background:&lt;/span&gt; YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAHHH YEEAAAAHHHH YEEESSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE! MALAYSIA GOT IN THE FINALS! WHOOT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMS from Ms. M:&lt;/span&gt; Yahoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSS.&lt;br /&gt;You go, Malaysia. KEEP IT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-4496050086282173718?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/4496050086282173718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=4496050086282173718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4496050086282173718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4496050086282173718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/here-starts-month-of-merdeka.html' title='Here starts the month of Merdeka.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-2288968527972158619</id><published>2008-08-14T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:43:12.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Krash ... down in the dumps? xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SKP8cki723I/AAAAAAAAAQE/6JmAm7vprUQ/s1600-h/DSC03641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SKP8cki723I/AAAAAAAAAQE/6JmAm7vprUQ/s320/DSC03641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234304759711390578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at what Krash has gotten himself into. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SKP8c6AxcNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/s5Pndm3C60k/s1600-h/DSC03645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SKP8c6AxcNI/AAAAAAAAAQM/s5Pndm3C60k/s320/DSC03645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234304765473681618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently, someone left some chewed up chicken wing in the little dustbin. Krash sniffed it out, and being the greedy and eternally hungry little monster he is, he tried to squeeze himself in through the cover flap.&lt;br /&gt;Well, he got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Silly thing. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nabila, who doesn't want to go to NS, was feeling particularly miserable today ... not because she was chosen, but because her parents want her to apply. Jayshini thought that applicants to NS would have to pay in order to take part, so Nabila was momentarily relieved ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nabila:&lt;/span&gt; (to Mr. H) Hey teacher, we have to pay if we want to apply for NS, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. H:&lt;/span&gt; Oh, no. They will pay you! Don't worry, you don't have to pay to apply. *is then distracted by other classmates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nabila:&lt;/span&gt; STUPID! *storms to the back of class* Sophie, I wanna switch parents with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophie:&lt;/span&gt; (who wants to go NS but parents don't allow) OK! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny world we live in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-2288968527972158619?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/2288968527972158619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=2288968527972158619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2288968527972158619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2288968527972158619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/krash-down-in-dumps-xd.html' title='Krash ... down in the dumps? xD'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SKP8cki723I/AAAAAAAAAQE/6JmAm7vprUQ/s72-c/DSC03641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-6330528621138813023</id><published>2008-08-13T14:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T14:20:30.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Names.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SKP7yHCqkAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nvE3624Arec/s1600-h/DSC03646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SKP7yHCqkAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nvE3624Arec/s320/DSC03646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234304030236905474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number of Amanians who got NS is quite shocking. I mean ... there are loads of us. I'll continue that in a mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was incredibly excited yesterday. Mama told Papa via sms (his reply was: "Yahoo!" xD) and I told Acu. She asked if I was OK with it, and I'm like, hell yeah! I went to tuition and told Ms. M about it. She got all excited, because I'm her very first student to get NS. "Nanti you see me at the pagar, and I'll call out, "Hi Saraaaa!" Haha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this morning, Ms. F let the ones who're going to NS ask her questions, since that she worked with 'em a few years back. She even wrote the schedule on the board. Wake up at 5, sleep at 11. And that's if you don't get a night shift duty thing ... patrolling in the middle of the night with a flashlight. The thought sends excited chills down my spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I visited Syafika Z.'s blog ... she went to NS last year. And that just made me even more excited, and a little worried. I mean, there'll be people from all over the country, and I'm scared that I won't be able to communicate. What with all the different accents and my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cacat-&lt;/span&gt;ed BM ... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, yeah. Not including me, here's the updated list of people who got the whole TAHNIAH message (I know for some, they were more of "Whaddaya mean, 'tahniah'??? D:" But many others are pretty cool about it.) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chyna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rui Rong&lt;/span&gt;, Nadiah B., &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gaya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Precillia&lt;/span&gt;, Nahjan, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ling Shin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jaya&lt;/span&gt;, Alny, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shumi&lt;/span&gt;, Jayshini,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Izzati&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nazia&lt;/span&gt;, Athirah A., &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ellena R.&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Farah Diana J.&lt;/span&gt;, Pei Min, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yen Li&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huda&lt;/span&gt;, Dahlia, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle C.&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Najwa&lt;/span&gt;, Hamizah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, N. Phatimah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Sharmilaa, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Attiya&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chan&lt;/span&gt;  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads more. Just can't remember the names. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus, Sara! SPM first. Then NS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-6330528621138813023?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/6330528621138813023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=6330528621138813023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6330528621138813023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6330528621138813023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/names.html' title='Names.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SKP7yHCqkAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nvE3624Arec/s72-c/DSC03646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7369983555012337920</id><published>2008-08-12T15:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:33:48.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Wait.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me, waiting for NS results. I dunno how to feel about it actually. One way, I don't have that many plans for next year. And I believe that this would be one of the greatest adventures ever. And I've dreamed of doing that kind of stuff since I started reading action books. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I can't imagine having to go away for 3 months. 3 MONTHS. So yeah. I'm constantly checking the website, and I sent an SMS, just to be sure. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pn. L threatened to chase us around the padang today. Everyone squealed and pretended that we already went. I kept quiet; I kinda want to be chased around the padang. It would have woken me up at least. xD Of course, Pn. L wasn't fooled. But she didn't do anything about it, so ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT: OMG I'M GOING TO NS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT DO I DO NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREAM FOR JOY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACTUALLY, ALRIGHT, SINCE I'M GOING ANYWAY, SO WHAT THE HELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHOOPYAY. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There was a part of me that was worried I wouldn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Others who also got it (no particular order) :&lt;br /&gt;Ling Shin&lt;br /&gt;Jaya&lt;br /&gt;Gaya&lt;br /&gt;Chyna&lt;br /&gt;Rui Rong&lt;br /&gt;Nicole&lt;br /&gt;Nazia&lt;br /&gt;Nahjan&lt;br /&gt;Nadiah B.&lt;br /&gt;Ellena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update when more people find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7369983555012337920?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7369983555012337920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7369983555012337920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7369983555012337920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7369983555012337920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/wait.html' title='Wait.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-2367391069956525914</id><published>2008-08-11T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:49:04.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>Fashion out da windooww. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tvguide.com/images/pgimg/0622-daily-gallery12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.tvguide.com/images/pgimg/0622-daily-gallery12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This pic made me LOL so hard. I had to share it with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Say it with me, Mira! "THEY SO MACHO."&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-2367391069956525914?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/2367391069956525914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=2367391069956525914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2367391069956525914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2367391069956525914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/fashion-out-da-windooww-d.html' title='Fashion out da windooww. :D'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-4267357431574195845</id><published>2008-08-11T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:28:19.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY ATUK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to post yesterday, but I forgot. ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pn. L chased a bunch of us to class today. Because we were walking slowly. Evelyn happened to be walking behind us, and she got most of the poking. The rest of us ran, ran as in "OMG RUN FOR YOUR LIVES D:" but couldn't really, because a few of us were sporting heavy bags. So yeah, that was funny. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to any Twilighters reading this space, check this out: &lt;a href="http://ski-0.deviantart.com/art/Twilight-Feathers-and-Edward-94305302"&gt;Clicky!&lt;/a&gt; Something I drew during the weekend. Inspired by Sofeya quoting poor Edward on her blog. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, today was tiring. I dunno why exactly. Anyway, Internetzz time for me is now limited. I'm only online right now because I'm finishing up an Agama presentation. I need to study for Trials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Damn you SA FORMATIVE. Dx *shakes fist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: This happened just now during dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Nazim and Hanna just watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ross:&lt;/span&gt; I haven't had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sex&lt;/span&gt; in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanna:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, Ross hasn't had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;six&lt;/span&gt; in a long time! *giggles like the six-year old she is*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah ... he hasn't had ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;six&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama:&lt;/span&gt; Uh-huh, he hasn't been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-4267357431574195845?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/4267357431574195845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=4267357431574195845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4267357431574195845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4267357431574195845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-belated-birthday-atuk-i-meant-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-3393881475849459968</id><published>2008-08-09T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T22:06:05.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fandoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Dangerous places :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This post contains information which shouldn't be read by people who are uncomfortable discussing reproduction. Just a heads up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Internetz is a very dangerous place indeed. Especially when it comes down to what everyone refers to as 'free speech'. I just got back from a very heated discussion on several message boards, and felt like putting this out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm a lurker in the land of the train-wreck which is what used to be a pretty cool &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;-Fandom. I'm a little sad that everyone's turning on each other and shooting amongst themselves, but what're you going to do about it? The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight Lexicon&lt;/span&gt; decided to, uh, prohibit any criticizing of the series, which resulted in their site getting hacked into. I do feel sorry for them, but heck, they should have seen this coming. This is an angry fandom we're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, found this on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMDb&lt;/span&gt; boards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[in response to an argument about just how Bella can get pregnant when Edward clearly shouldn't be able to reproduce]&lt;br /&gt;"...Unless the [vampire] venom did some freaky stuff to his jizz which would just be weird. Can you imagine if the venom turned his little swimmers into vampire sperm? Oh what a funny place Edward's testicles must be!"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;craaaazzzyally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... I LOL'ed. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thependragonadventure.com/PenGraphicDownloads/kiss1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://thependragonadventure.com/PenGraphicDownloads/kiss1024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sooo, moving on. The first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pendragon&lt;/span&gt; book has been made into a graphic novel! :D The cover looks lame and cheesy, but I read the first 35 pages, and it doesn't look bad. The drawings are nice, although Courtney is nothing like how I imagine her and Uncle Press looks ... Native American. But Mark looks exactly like how I pictured him, so I'm pretty much satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an OK day. Except for the fact that Pn. B have sold us off to the CLP. We wailed and we begged and we whined, but to no avail. We will be having class with the CLP on Monday. And I don't care if this proves 'dedication', etc. etc., you can't be of any help when everyone hates your guts. Seriously. Maybe it would help if you stopped threatening to leave us in the lurch and just do that already. Just ... argh. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-3393881475849459968?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/3393881475849459968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=3393881475849459968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3393881475849459968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3393881475849459968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/dangerous-places-p.html' title='Dangerous places :P'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-8010992093416688386</id><published>2008-08-07T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:03:35.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Happy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AIS KRIM GORENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot on the outside ... but cold on the inside! *waggles eyebrows*&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I'd detail this more, but ... it works better in person. Laksh and I would be only too happy to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before recess, Chan and I went around school to give these prize coupons to some girls. We went to 1F, but they weren't in class. But dude, they've got the best floor EVER. Chan and I were sliding all over it, and doing ice-skating twirls. xD We tried to do it again in the Form5 block corridor, but all that happened was a miserable scuffing sound by our shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess consisted of more DEMON CHILD bashing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;*does not say anything at all, just to be clear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tarsha:&lt;/span&gt; *sits down next to me* OK, tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *knows exactly what she means* *turns to Jane* I'm gonna tell her about the DEMON CHILD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane:&lt;/span&gt; *facepalm* It's so stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *explains about DEMON CHILD, breaking bones, fountains of blood and V-C-section.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laksh:&lt;/span&gt; *snorts into drink every five seconds* Heehee, V-C-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane:&lt;/span&gt; *mumbles into bowl of dunno-what soup xD* I'm trying to eat here ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tarsha:&lt;/span&gt; O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, now I re-read the last few lines, it sounds like I'm detailing an Aliens movie. Huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After recess, we watched the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bukit Kepong&lt;/span&gt; movie. Which was kinda boring until everyone starts shooting and people drop dead all over the place. Then we came to the bus scene, and everyone leans forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nazia:&lt;/span&gt; They're not going to show them lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophie: &lt;/span&gt;*leans forward anyway*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. I doubt they'll show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie:&lt;/span&gt; *shows the take-off-clothes scene*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nazia and I:&lt;/span&gt; Ooookay, proven wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during History:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. H:&lt;/span&gt; ... Julius Caesar and Cleopatra had a son, Caesarian ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *mutters* Dude. That's worse than the DEMON CHILD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. H:&lt;/span&gt; ... and he was murdered by Mark Anthony ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laksh:&lt;/span&gt; *also muttering* Who later took a boat to Mexico and met J.Lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Both of us:&lt;/span&gt; *crack up silently*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. H:&lt;/span&gt; *continues until he starts talking about Chinese emperors' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;concubines&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nabila:&lt;/span&gt; China has a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porcupines&lt;/span&gt;? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr. H:&lt;/span&gt; Yes, over 4000 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;concubines&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nabila:&lt;/span&gt; That's a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porcupines&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sophie:&lt;/span&gt; Aww, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porcupines&lt;/span&gt;! They're so cute. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Wait, what're you talking about?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, at Ed Board's interview session for next year's team:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *to English Segment applicants* What books do you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Various Applicants:&lt;/span&gt; Harry Potter/Twilight/Meg Cabot/Gossip Girl/Cecelia Ahern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *after interviews are over* ... Nobody reads Anthony Horowitz. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane:&lt;/span&gt; I read Anthony Horowitz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *feels slightly better* :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo, that was my happy day of funniness. How was yours?! :D *cue glittery hearts and sparkling flowers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-8010992093416688386?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/8010992093416688386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=8010992093416688386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8010992093416688386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8010992093416688386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-day.html' title='Happy day'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-2069334852784578616</id><published>2008-08-06T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T16:19:17.656+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fandoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Papers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SJlZzhzI-QI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0sAFw_0-cYs/s1600-h/papers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SJlZzhzI-QI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0sAFw_0-cYs/s320/papers.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231311183948609794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's the exam schedule. It's tiny, but I'm sure you guys don't want to know the details, already have them or just don't have to. :P&lt;br /&gt;But, you can pretty much tell how my November is going to go. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; is for languages. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Pink&lt;/span&gt; is mathematics.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Green&lt;/span&gt;'s for the sciences. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; is for anything else (i.e. Sejarah and P. Islam.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In fandom-news, I've finished reading the chapter-by-chapter review of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;. This is because I refuse to buy the book itself, and I pretty much don't care about the SPOILERS. But y'know what? This book is incredible. It is so full of fantastic WEIRD that I can't help but stare at it feeling awed/disturbed. I mean ... well, you'll have to read it for yourself. I'll just say that the plot is reminiscent of badly-written fanfiction. But, like I said in my previous post, not at all boring. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, to all those Twilight-cynics of the world, here's a link to the most hilarious chapter-by-chapter book reviews on the Internet: &lt;a href="http://cleolinda.livejournal.com/2008/08/02/"&gt;click here for the lolz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;: CONTAINS SPOILERS AND FOUL LANGUAGE. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. And you don't have to be a cynic to read it. After all, a true fan would be one who would have the guts to laugh at this kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Real Life news, I think I may have Hand Foot and Mouth Disease. O_o;; Hanna's been having it for the past few days, and I'm starting to show symptoms, i.e. sores/blisters on hands and feet, sore throat, ulcers. But, y'know, it usually only affects kids and babies, so ... my immune system should be able to fight it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should. D: Immune system? D'you ... d'you hear me? You should be able to. You must. I mean ... I hope it's just a minor case thingy. But the Wikipedia page on it scares me a little. Nazim and Mira are having it too, I think. It's semi-contagious. Should we be allowed in school? :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well it isn't confirmed that we have it anyway ... I'll just chug some vitamin C down. *runs off looking for oranges*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-2069334852784578616?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/2069334852784578616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=2069334852784578616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2069334852784578616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2069334852784578616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/papers.html' title='Papers!'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SJlZzhzI-QI/AAAAAAAAAP0/0sAFw_0-cYs/s72-c/papers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-6305213067742132730</id><published>2008-08-05T15:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:49:25.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fandoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malaysia'/><title type='text'>Normality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY IFFAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ol' buddy ol' pal.&lt;br /&gt;*throws rubbery cicak* :D&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not a pink freak anymore, but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, HAZE upon us! Grab your gas masks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In other other news, school today was fun. Said toodloo to the moral students, who went to FRIM. The signed this really long cloth banner thing. It's supposed to go into the Malaysian Record Book or whatever. Something about longest merdeka-happy banner ever. It would be a lot more cooler if they let everyone write in different languages, to display the DIVERSE RACES in the country. And, not limiting us to really cheesy phrases that made me feel guilty and not at all patriotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched some cheerleading vids and gymrama vids that we did during PJ with Cik F. That was funny. Then we watched a student drama of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Puteri Hang Li Po&lt;/span&gt; during BM. Recess was uneventful. Chemistry was ... normal. And there was no Physics, so Nazia, Iffah, Sophie and I bonded with the two trainee teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm posting a lot lately. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT:&lt;/span&gt; Found this while surfing the net:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just got back from Borders, where they took back my book [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;] with no problem. Got into a discussion with the cashier about how I was the 15th(!!!) person to bring my book back today. Seems like many customers felt that SM was not true to her characters and her self created Twilight world, and are calling foul." -- quoted by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;julian_black&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LiveJournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tagline for this is "Don't Burn It, Return It."&lt;br /&gt;And I'm all, duuuuude. This looks like serious business. (cue Joker-reel saying "Why So Serious?") I know the ending wasn't the best in the world, but ... I'm wondering what Stephenie Meyer's got to say for herself now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT2:&lt;/span&gt; I read up more on the DEMON CHILD and I can't take it, THERE'S SO MUCH BLOOD. Ah well Sara, this is what happens when you ask book writers for gory, bloody endings. Avatar wouldn't give it to you, so ... eh, well the DEMON CHILD decided to oblige. Egghyuk. At least it's not boring. Completely weirded like palatypus crap, but nope, not boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-6305213067742132730?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/6305213067742132730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=6305213067742132730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6305213067742132730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6305213067742132730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/normality.html' title='Normality.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-4382343245833613265</id><published>2008-08-04T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:49:51.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Motivational speech free with every Happy Meal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mira:&lt;/span&gt; *yells at Nazim for drinking her Strawberry F&amp;amp;N*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nazim:&lt;/span&gt; *giggles uncontrollably while fending off Mira*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mira:&lt;/span&gt; *storms out of room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nazim:&lt;/span&gt; *still giggling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *very ticked off by all the yelling* Keluar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nazim:&lt;/span&gt; Hola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; O_o;; Keluar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nazim:&lt;/span&gt; *still giggling, runs out of room*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. That boy does an awful lot of giggling.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and a shout-out to Hannah's mom, who reads this web space. :D Hey Aunty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, today wasn't as bad as I feared. Bio was incredibly fun. Laksh and I constantly related the Bio-topics to DEMON CHILD. Of course, none of you will understand what this DEMON CHILD is. Let me just say, when the time is right, and you ask me the right question, I might just enlighten you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, not everything was Fun and Laughter (tm) today. For one, I realised just what kind of effect Stupid Paper Monkey is having on our *ahem* society. Or maybe it's just the society itself. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people who don't like school anymore. And that makes me sad. :( Not only that, but there's so much animosity flying all over the place. And people being depressed. And people who've just thrown caution to the winds and just don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say that the beginning of this year, everyone was so happy. I hope - no, pray - that I'll be able to see it again before we graduate. It's our last year, guys. I say we rock it. (I suggest doing the most awesome prank in SA history, but then again, that's just me wanting to act like Giggly!Jim in the first part of the post. And yeah, Jim is my pet name for Nazim. Yup. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's give the remainder of the year our all, yeah? Maybe the teachers don't think that we live up to what our seniors built, but that doesn't mean we can't leave an impact on them. :) It's OK, it's alright, c'mon Form 5s ... fight fight FIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Blog Poll Numero Dos is up! Vote vote vote! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-4382343245833613265?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/4382343245833613265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=4382343245833613265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4382343245833613265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4382343245833613265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/motivational-speech-free-with-every.html' title='Motivational speech free with every Happy Meal.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7306203926015488668</id><published>2008-08-02T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:45:15.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><title type='text'>Scribble-mode and poll-analysing.</title><content type='html'>Updated my blog layout! :D My blog malfunctioned earlier this week and my layout went all wonky. That was why it was white all the time. I thought of putting the old blue-splatter up again, but felt like drawing something (I haven't touched Bamboo in two weeks!). So here's the new layout, complete with The Fish. Which is the name of the little leopard, by the way. He's the plushie I go to sleep with every night (other than Roony the homemade rabbit. lol.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I coloured the same way I did for the SPMonkey some posts back. It's lotsa fun to do. I'm thinking of making a cutesy little-kids series of as many animals as I can. It's simple, and a great way to de-stress, compared to drawing one of my human characters and slapping the colours on (I've got like, ten unfinished drawings of characters from my SIPUT project story thing. And I don't think I ever will finish them.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, blog poll results! According to the statistics ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SJRxbIpmEKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fzCb0VxwRmw/s1600-h/poll01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SJRxbIpmEKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fzCb0VxwRmw/s200/poll01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229929778276339874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many people enjoy good-looking villains over all other aspects. xD With the number of hot fictional villains out there? Buaha. (But yess, they are indeed hot.) And, people also like cookies. Nobody thinks that bad guys should be hated. Haha. Wow. xD I'll probably have another poll up in a while, I'll just have to think of one first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, well, that's all I have to say for the moment. Just a short, quick update. Ooh, and by the way, holler out which animal I can draw next. I don't guarantee that I'll get it done, but I'd appreciate the input anyways. ;) Ciao, guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7306203926015488668?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7306203926015488668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7306203926015488668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7306203926015488668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7306203926015488668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/scribble-mode.html' title='Scribble-mode and poll-analysing.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SJRxbIpmEKI/AAAAAAAAAPU/fzCb0VxwRmw/s72-c/poll01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7641082692198750591</id><published>2008-08-01T20:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:58:15.351+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Holy spoilery bad endings, vamp-man.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember the stuff I was referring to two posts ago?&lt;br /&gt;About a book series?&lt;br /&gt;And the lame ending?&lt;br /&gt;And wanting an in-depth SPM-bio style study of vampire biology?&lt;br /&gt;IT'S ALL TRUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EWW.&lt;br /&gt;EW AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;It's so awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loch ness monster livesss. Cheesily. And lamely. It lives. D:&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so sorry, Twilighters.&lt;br /&gt;I want to borrow the book from someone. I will not spend good money on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt; when I could easily splurge on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artemis Fowl: The Time Paradox&lt;/span&gt; and go crazy over the antics of a teenage genius.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of crying/laughing hysterically over the epic fail that is the ending of Twilight.&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I've seen fanfiction with better endings. Ugh. *facepalm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7641082692198750591?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7641082692198750591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7641082692198750591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7641082692198750591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7641082692198750591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/holy-spoilery-bad-endings-vamp-man.html' title='Holy spoilery bad endings, vamp-man.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-4557253160805392309</id><published>2008-08-01T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:25:21.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>*yanks tie*</title><content type='html'>School started off great, then ended on a note so bitter, I choked. Or rather, tried to with the stupid striped tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I was set to enjoy the best of school days, i.e. the kind that only has four subjects, one of which is put on hold where we have to go to a pretty fun ceramah. And also the kind where I get to talk all day long no problemo. I got to discuss the finer points of film and literature (Hehe, the Avatar finale and the latest Pendragon book) with Tarsha, have an easy-going Bio lesson (I love learning Bio when it's human-related), build plot-points with Nad, good food for recess (seriously, prefects? Really good food-providers. xD I'm lookin' at you, Nahjan and Anne.), and one of those Agama class days where Ustazah tells super-cool Rasul stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the last two periods arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I have to say is: I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; of this. I'm sick and tired of getting teachers who completely  make me feel like hating English. The last English teacher I really enjoyed was Pn. C (Yup teacher, it was you in Form 1. ;] ). It's not teaching-wise ... but just the way they make me feel during class. And Pn. B is really nice, but I hate it when she starts going on about us not paying attention in class and about letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that you've got to get the job done, but really, I get so so so tired. So so tired of how that's the first thing you ever say when you come into class. None of us have ever had to worry about frickin' letters. None of the other teachers seemed to care. Form 5 seems a lot too late to plant the habit into us, considering we're ready to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not care anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, to all those other people who make me want to choke myself with the stupid tie even more. No offence, fellow classmates; but really, when a teacher starts off on a tangent and tells you to shut up? SHUT THE HELL UP. STOP THE FREAKING GIGGLING.  Almost every single class, guys. I want to tear my lungs out every time a teacher howls at us about paying attention.  Not all of you, of course. Most of you are super-cool classmates. But some of you (or one of you, I can't really decide).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I'm acting like a total a-hole right now. But I had to get this off my chest. Oh, and here's another thing I want to get off my chest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop hushing people when you're the one who's making the noise, you moron. I'm quite aware that you want to be every teacher's bestest friend. Stupid hypocrite. Just because you throw the story in first doesn't make you the person in the right. You're like that stupid kid in The Pencil story in Form 1, when he stole the pencil and squealed to the teacher that the other kid tried to steal it from you first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I was pissed off all the way outside the school gates, and even in the car when Mama picked me up. I cheered up considerably when she took us to Subang Parade to visit the fish spa ... y'know, just to give it a try. It was incredibly ticklish. xD I closed my eyes because every time I saw just how many little fishies were gnawing at my legs, I'd get all giddy. But I got used to it after five minutes. My legs were all smooth afterwards. And the skin on my hand is slightly better (all you people close to me, you know about my hand) ... I could actually clench it properly (the way you're supposed to in Taekwando), something I've had trouble doing since last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thankful that something sweet happened after all the bitterness. It was a ... cute experience. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-4557253160805392309?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/4557253160805392309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=4557253160805392309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4557253160805392309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4557253160805392309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/08/yanks-tie.html' title='*yanks tie*'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-9134960704263355759</id><published>2008-07-30T20:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:33:01.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Loch Ness Monster sized spoilers, lol.</title><content type='html'>So I've been hopping around, poking my nose in the business of fictional characters, if you will. Fun stuff, gossiping about fictional characters. For one, they'll never hunt you down and gossip about you back. Which is why I believe it is a reasonably safe hobby. (insert LOL here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I read a couple of spoilers about a certain book coming out in August. Good luck finding out what book it is, there are quite a few coming out this season. All kinds of epic series continuations, y'know? So all I can say is ... if these spoilers are true, and not an incredibly fanfiction-inspired load of mumbo-jumbo, I really do pity all the fangirls of the world. And yes, the blog title does have something to do with this. But you'll only get it after you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. If it is true, I will have something to laugh about in these dark times (meh, it's quite bright nowadays. And hot too.). But if it is true, I want a detailed description of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;vampire&lt;/span&gt; biology. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops, did I let something slip? *whistles and moves on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, there is nothing interesting to note about school. I'm actually doing very well with catching up on my homework. But now I've got studying to catch up on. GRRAHHH damn you SA formative marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the Commonwealth Essay Competition results are out. I got a Highly Commended, which made me extremely happy. The results were supposed to be out on Monday, but there were technical difficulties and stuff ... so I was hanging around in suspense (Yes, I am indeed lame that way.). And when they did upload, I only saw two SA girls names, juniors. And I'm all: "Oh. Well. That's OK ... I still have next year. Yeah. *sadface*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I scrolled back up to see if anyone I knew from other schools got certs. Then, I saw three SA names, which I didn't see the first time around. I saw Rui Rong ... then Nahjan ... then me. And I started squealing and grabbing Mira by the shoulders and going hyper. Alhamdulillah. This was the one individual-based competition I really wanted to excel in. So yes. They got Papa's name wrong (again) but that's alright. Man, that really gave me a high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. I am quite happy at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. 2 days left to vote on my poll! If you haven't, please do. I'm interested in seeing the final results (even though I pretty much know what the majority likes right now, harhar.).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-9134960704263355759?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/9134960704263355759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=9134960704263355759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/9134960704263355759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/9134960704263355759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/07/loch-ness-monster-sized-spoilers-lol.html' title='Loch Ness Monster sized spoilers, lol.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-8394598079258111461</id><published>2008-07-26T15:05:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:30:09.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The only reason I don't regret going to school on Saturday:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*During teacher-less classroom discussion on why we were in school on a Saturday morning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Syar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Eh! Kucing! Kucing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Everyone else:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Huh? Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *turns to right window* MONKEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sophie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *running towards said window* MONKEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone else:&lt;/span&gt; *also running towards windows* MONKEY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;not kucing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Monkey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *sitting on garden roof thingy* WTFish, crazy schoolgirls. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sheren and Sophie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *makes faces* Hisssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Monkey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *bares teeth* Hisssss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Everyone else:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; MONKEY ARRHHH OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *watching the hissing* Urm, I don't think we should -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sheren and Sophie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *still hissing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Monkey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *loses temper and moves towards us with death-glare face* &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *slams window shut* CLOSE THE WINDOWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Everyone else:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *panic, scream and slam windows shut* AAAAAAAARRRHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sheren:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; AH OMG, it programmed my face, IT'S OUT TO GET ME! I'm going to have to be protected ... like Chuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By hot FBI agent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sheren:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Ohhh yess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Male of course, unlike Chuck's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sheren:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; That too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*temporary peace where everyone sits back down and laugh*&lt;br /&gt;*Five minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Someone I can't remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *points to left side of classroom* AAAHHH MONKEY AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Everyone else:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *Combination of yelling, slamming windows shut and wanting to see it* MONKEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Monkey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *walking along rainwater harvesting tank thingy* WTFish, they're still screaming at me. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sheren:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; AAAHHH it's out to get me! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sophie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; We have to be protected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;5SB people plus Pn. Nitce:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *run out of classroom* Huh? Monkey? Where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Monkey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *has vamoosed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. That's why I don't regret going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-8394598079258111461?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/8394598079258111461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=8394598079258111461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8394598079258111461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8394598079258111461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-reason-i-dont-regret-going-to.html' title='The only reason I don&apos;t regret going to school on Saturday:'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-8892849289403326246</id><published>2008-07-24T19:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:00:18.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><title type='text'>This post has nothing to do with Physics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So much 'background radiation' everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay out of it, but seriously, it feels like a cold war.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like throwing a punch at anyone - anything. Speaking of which, thanks Soph for being a real pal and letting me vent to you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always the last person to know what's 'going on'. You guys talk about popular people, and I go, "Eh, who?" You guys talk about an event, and I'm like, "Since when ...?"&lt;br /&gt;But now, I feel like I know too much.&lt;br /&gt;I feel unclean.&lt;br /&gt;*scrubs self vigorously*&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ignorance really is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-8892849289403326246?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/8892849289403326246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=8892849289403326246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8892849289403326246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8892849289403326246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-post-has-nothing-to-do-with.html' title='This post has nothing to do with Physics.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-5526289753277254343</id><published>2008-07-23T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:03:42.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fandoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Oddity of Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://politicsoffthegrid.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/dark_knight_joker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://politicsoffthegrid.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/dark_knight_joker.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dynamic.images.indigo.ca/PostAttachmentImage.ashx?imageId=6153&amp;amp;temp=false&amp;amp;width=275"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://dynamic.images.indigo.ca/PostAttachmentImage.ashx?imageId=6153&amp;amp;temp=false&amp;amp;width=275" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh268/AmaRedthorn/sozins-comet-cover-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh268/AmaRedthorn/sozins-comet-cover-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I post too slow, I think. So many eventful things in life, so little blog posts! I didn't even talk about My Epic Weekend. So I will, just 'cause it was the most epic fun I've had in terms of fangirling. First, I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; (cue "Oooh" sound). Then, I finished reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pendragon: Raven Rise&lt;/span&gt; (cue "Aaah" sound). Then, I went online, still reeling from the awesome and shock that was the book, only to find that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avatar: The Legend of Aang &lt;/span&gt;finale had already shown in the US and had been posted online (cue whistles and applause). It was the best cartoon finale I've ever watched in EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it was like an overdose of Good Stuff. I was high for most of the weekend and Monday. It was so good, my dreams consisted of me being a Traveler from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pendragon&lt;/span&gt; books, having to hide away some secret book. Most of the dream consisted of me actually able to make decisions, as if I was awake. Shasha was in my dream. xD And Loor, from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pendragon &lt;/span&gt;books. Grampa dude from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ben10&lt;/span&gt; cartoon was there. And River Phoenix, dressed up as he was in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indiana Jones: The Last Crusade&lt;/span&gt;. Georgina from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt; made an appearance (she was in kahoots with the evil bad guy, who was Saint Dane - also from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pendragon&lt;/span&gt; books). And ... I could've sworn Prince Zuko was somewhere lurking in the background. Can't be too sure. Oh, and the rock used in last year's drama team was essential to our secret mission. Then there was a nightclub, and Pn. Alainal. O_o Yes. That was the weirdest part, actually. And there was dancing. Lots of dancing and neon lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the weirdest dreams ever. Even tops the one I had two years ago about Batman and Borders (the book store) and the mysterious "Jagged S".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, typing all this out has made me feel loads better. :) Because there were some events of this morning that managed to kick my spirit around again. Seriously, I have to give it a tougher skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear that? Tougher skin. Which is exactly the reason why I was miserable. Or rather, the lack of it developing. Making no sense? This is intentional. Remember Wormtail? From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;? Yeah. He wasn't a very nice guy. :( I feel sorry for Sirius, James and Lupin. Poor things. They were like BFFs, but now they're BFFs - 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, they're nothing at all, 'cause they're dead. Because JK Rowling killed 'em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch. Tragic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-5526289753277254343?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/5526289753277254343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=5526289753277254343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/5526289753277254343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/5526289753277254343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/07/oddity-of-ends.html' title='Oddity of Ends'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-9000708897203918523</id><published>2008-07-20T13:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T13:11:52.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fandoms'/><title type='text'>It's nearly ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AVATAR FINALE&lt;/span&gt; is online.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's ending.&lt;br /&gt;Should I watch it all now, or just half or not at all?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll watch just half. Prolongs the roller coaster ride.&lt;br /&gt;*goes into fangirl-mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-9000708897203918523?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/9000708897203918523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=9000708897203918523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/9000708897203918523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/9000708897203918523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-nearly.html' title='It&apos;s nearly ...'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-2435007613885318949</id><published>2008-07-18T21:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:20:45.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mind Trick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, my sanity has returned.&lt;br /&gt;All it took was a nice, full dinner during which I reflected on how incredibly&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lucky&lt;/span&gt; I am; I get fantastic food everyday, I have a house, my own room, I go to school, my limbs are in perfect condition, my parents are cool, my siblings are amusing, my studies could use improving but damn it, at least I have study materials to begin with, and to top it all off like the huge freaking apple on the snowy-mountain-topped squishy-chewy chocolate cake of awesomeness, I've got friends who see me through it all.&lt;br /&gt;I'd list everyone's name here, but then I'd probably forget to type someone's name out and they'll feel all torn up inside. So I'll just say this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every &lt;/span&gt;single one of you,&lt;br /&gt;No matter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how much&lt;/span&gt; conversation we've had,&lt;br /&gt;No matter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how often&lt;/span&gt; I've sat down with you,&lt;br /&gt;No matter if all I ever see of you is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;glimpse in the corridor&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;You're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;In some small, insignificant way, or a huge one that leaves the biggest crater in my very being.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started typing this, I had a butt-load of other things to say. Because that one dinner wasn't the only thing to return my sanity, and I'm afraid that my spirit was given a kick in the balls (my spirit is male apparently?) while the logical part of my brain said, "Oh. I knew it. I knew it." for that to happen.&lt;br /&gt;And I still feel that little ache in my heart (yes, go ahead, shoot me for the cliche) when I think about it. Because people probably think that I live in my own little fairy-tale where everything's fine and dandy. And I admit that it's true to an extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, um, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Things are only bad when you think they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while my brain has the attention span of a squirrel (you don't know just how much I'm geeking out about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Southern Raiders&lt;/span&gt; episode in my mind) and even after my return to sanity, I still had time to read a blog post on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; (and yes, I did squeal), I think it's enough posting from me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the rest of ya'll have one more day to try and watch the movie before me going and crowing about how awesome it was around this blog-space. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-2435007613885318949?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/2435007613885318949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=2435007613885318949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2435007613885318949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2435007613885318949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/07/thanks.html' title='Mind Trick.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-8794843354959257751</id><published>2008-07-18T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T19:01:33.065+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fandoms'/><title type='text'>Oh Em Gay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMYGAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avatar Book 3 Southern Raiders Episode&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;ONLINE.&lt;br /&gt;AM LOADING.&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/geeksqueal]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs off to watch, howling with glee*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; update will be coming soon! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;After my sanity returns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-8794843354959257751?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/8794843354959257751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=8794843354959257751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8794843354959257751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8794843354959257751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-em-gay.html' title='Oh Em Gay.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-1665638069698386470</id><published>2008-07-15T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:13:00.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>*is feeling particularly miserable*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Didn't go to school today.&lt;br /&gt;Got stomach flu.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like my dream of getting 100% attendance has been foiled! D:&lt;br /&gt;But never mind, I already got it in Form 2.&lt;br /&gt;But still. I feel like crap right now.&lt;br /&gt;No idea if I can go to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Blurgh.&lt;br /&gt;*flops over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-1665638069698386470?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/1665638069698386470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=1665638069698386470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1665638069698386470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1665638069698386470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-feeling-particularly-miserable.html' title='*is feeling particularly miserable*'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-2253633142460261386</id><published>2008-07-14T19:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:51:45.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prefects'/><title type='text'>The last suit you'll ever wear ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nope, not this one.&lt;br /&gt;Our first and last day in turqoise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHs1CwL7LdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Z-5WVsA8Qxo/s1600-h/pr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHs1CwL7LdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Z-5WVsA8Qxo/s400/pr2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222826514277150162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;aroonies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;lue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, lame, I know. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not everyone's here, which is sad. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, following the trend of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Men In Black&lt;/span&gt;, Maroon really is the last suit we'll ever wear, high-school wise. But we had fun in blue anyway, just for one day. It was awesome; everyone blended perfectly into the background. And recess resulted in all of us scurrying over to Block D and standing anyway. Old habits die hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In book-news, I am starting the penultimate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pendragon&lt;/span&gt; book. Penultimate means the one before the last one. I can't believe it's ending. A lot of stuff is ending ... but that could just be my feelings towards graduating. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-2253633142460261386?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/2253633142460261386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=2253633142460261386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2253633142460261386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/2253633142460261386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-suit-youll-ever-wear.html' title='The last suit you&apos;ll ever wear ...'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHs1CwL7LdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Z-5WVsA8Qxo/s72-c/pr2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7085722445269895005</id><published>2008-07-11T18:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:52:23.420+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prefects'/><title type='text'>The Last Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc3UPzfpMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CpxSKBUiaUQ/s1600-h/DSC03513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc3UPzfpMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CpxSKBUiaUQ/s400/DSC03513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221703113938805954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc3UogjBEI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fgF-Jn7FNK4/s1600-h/DSC03512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc3UogjBEI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fgF-Jn7FNK4/s400/DSC03512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221703120570221634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;step DOWN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc2ayzJAuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/P0T9qTY2xsU/s1600-h/DSC03494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc2ayzJAuI/AAAAAAAAAOM/P0T9qTY2xsU/s400/DSC03494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221702126900151010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cookies for the masses (i.e. the seniors) . Weirdly coloured animals galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My personal favourite is the pink duckling. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc2bcbO7SI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Mke8O7jUN3c/s1600-h/DSC03500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc2bcbO7SI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Mke8O7jUN3c/s400/DSC03500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221702138074164514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Log-In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm gonna sneak in and log-in on Monday anyway, just for the heckuvit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc2bnrPOzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1MpJJafu7iM/s1600-h/DSC03501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc2bnrPOzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/1MpJJafu7iM/s400/DSC03501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221702141094083378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Prefect Recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The macaroni was awful. I consider it a symbol of all I've gone through in prefectdom:&lt;br /&gt;Just keep eating. You could stop, but heck, you want your money's worth. And you don't want to waste food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc2cY0SMeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/M4N3vBi4f0E/s1600-h/DSC03506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc2cY0SMeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/M4N3vBi4f0E/s400/DSC03506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221702154285363682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Kantin Gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Plus Ice-Cream.&lt;br /&gt;Wait a sec, where's Anne? O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc2c_0k8zI/AAAAAAAAAOs/5kgz-_UHCTA/s1600-h/DSC03511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc2c_0k8zI/AAAAAAAAAOs/5kgz-_UHCTA/s400/DSC03511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221702164755575602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before AGM itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was AGM?&lt;br /&gt;A tad bit emotional. Not as much as last year and the year before, though, strangely enough. I ended up giving a really long emo grandmother story for form 5's speech.&lt;br /&gt;But after all the senior's stood up, there was just one moral to the story, in many different words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Don't quit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Think twice before you quit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Don't quit, let them fire you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No, wait, think a million and one times before you quit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"You don't quit at the slightest hiccup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's true, kids! So says the Seniors Against Quitting Society.&lt;br /&gt;Or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;SAQS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; We're just saying it 'cause we're glad we didn't. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And Azalea came! Pn. M wouldn't let her sit in front though, which was kinda depressing. But we got to throw cake at each other afterwards, so it was all good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc3U1yAk3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/76sKn94lfv0/s1600-h/DSC03516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc3U1yAk3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/76sKn94lfv0/s400/DSC03516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221703124133122930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, tie-less and duty-less, what're we gonna do now?&lt;br /&gt;I like what Pn. C said.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna go wild. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7085722445269895005?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7085722445269895005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7085722445269895005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7085722445269895005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7085722445269895005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-song.html' title='The Last Song'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SHc3UPzfpMI/AAAAAAAAAO0/CpxSKBUiaUQ/s72-c/DSC03513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-916408501810365541</id><published>2008-07-10T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:30:57.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prefects'/><title type='text'>Yippitydooda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Totally lame rebellion became just a little bit spicier today, but was still totally lame anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the week flew past in a blur of muted colours. Why? Is it the weather? No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Prefect AGM.&lt;br /&gt;The Last Day.&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But seriously, I really am excited. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-916408501810365541?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/916408501810365541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=916408501810365541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/916408501810365541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/916408501810365541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/07/yippitydooda.html' title='Yippitydooda.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7253245619336255441</id><published>2008-07-09T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T16:41:37.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prefects'/><title type='text'>Hit me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-During very long and tedious agama "how to score" ceramah-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*flops onto Nad and onto the floor out of restlessness*&lt;br /&gt;Nad: WTF?&lt;br /&gt;Azryn: Don't hit my friend! *hits Nad*&lt;br /&gt;Nad: WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *hits Nad*&lt;br /&gt;Azryn: *hits me* Don't hit my friend!&lt;br /&gt;Nad: *hits me* Hit her back!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oy vey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, school was reasonably bearable.&lt;br /&gt;Barely did my duties because of my totally lame rebellion (which is pretty much like a dead fish - cold and limp.)&lt;br /&gt;Did a pretty good job in PJK gymrama performance. Surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;And got hit by an epiphany during recess, courtesy of Tarsha.&lt;br /&gt;I want more epiphanies!&lt;br /&gt;God, it sounds like a disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7253245619336255441?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7253245619336255441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7253245619336255441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7253245619336255441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7253245619336255441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/07/hit-me.html' title='Hit me!'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-1564873155393969939</id><published>2008-07-05T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:19:30.912+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meme'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Stupid Paper Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SG8R9FcXk9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/wp4GQoBBKyk/s1600-h/Stupidpapermonkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SG8R9FcXk9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/wp4GQoBBKyk/s320/Stupidpapermonkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219410234276549586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad, thou art most inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;Mehtinks you have an obsession with monkeys, though.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Plans after &lt;b&gt;SPM&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1) Do happy-dance and other random acts of spontaneous glee in the padang sekolah.&lt;br /&gt;2) Throw out every single book related to SPM and school in general outta my room and into the recycling bin.&lt;br /&gt;3) Get started on Unnamed Story Idea Project Thing (which I will now call SIPUT because it's too long.)&lt;br /&gt;4) Have some kind of huge form 5 gathering. I dunno where or when, BUT I WANT ONE.&lt;br /&gt;5) Start them driving lessons.&lt;br /&gt;6) Start rock-climbing again.&lt;br /&gt;7) Look for a job at borders. Or Kinokuniya. Or heck, The Star, The New Straits Times. &lt;--- I agree with Nad's choices. xD&lt;br /&gt;8) Create the ultimate banana split thingy. Iffah and Sophie know what I'm talking about. :D&lt;br /&gt;9) Start scrapbook of high school years. I really wanna do this. :P&lt;br /&gt;And finally,&lt;br /&gt;10)HAVE A BLAST. This should also apply when getting into university/college/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I tag;&lt;br /&gt;1) Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;2) Laksh&lt;br /&gt;3) Sab&lt;br /&gt;4) Sheren&lt;br /&gt;5) Shifa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-1564873155393969939?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/1564873155393969939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=1564873155393969939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1564873155393969939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1564873155393969939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/07/stupid-paper-monkey.html' title='Stupid Paper Monkey'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SG8R9FcXk9I/AAAAAAAAAOE/wp4GQoBBKyk/s72-c/Stupidpapermonkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7303849237180464203</id><published>2008-07-04T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:38:47.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><title type='text'>Friday is an F-word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No warning.&lt;br /&gt;No reason.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's Friday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have liked an explanation. Or at least &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one of you &lt;/span&gt;in front of all of us saying, "Sorry, but it has to be done." Not this silent smug-faced act. Passing the task of telling us the news to someone else. I'm disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you know what? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;The cert's already with me. I could lock it up in Alaska, you can't do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Five years. Four days won't make any difference.&lt;br /&gt;But thanks a lot for treating us like we're five. Much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And y'know, if this is a GOTCHA situation?&lt;br /&gt;That would SUCK. BIG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7303849237180464203?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7303849237180464203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7303849237180464203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7303849237180464203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7303849237180464203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/07/friday-is-f-word.html' title='Friday is an F-word.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-8018311210206172376</id><published>2008-07-02T18:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:58:10.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Keerthana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday Alny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Stephanie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all getting older, but Steph will be forever younger than the rest of us. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;DeviantArt is not showing up on my computer. This makes me very sad. :( I can't draw anything properly lately, and even though looking at some of the awesome artists there makes me even more miserable, at least I'll get some sort of inspiration. There're tutorials there that I really want to read right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And even though it's been a few days, this is my Hari K update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGtWUr-JcbI/AAAAAAAAANs/h8PWIdrgDB8/s1600-h/DSC03459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGtWUr-JcbI/AAAAAAAAANs/h8PWIdrgDB8/s320/DSC03459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218359506639614386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proof of who stayed back to clean up the class stall. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much of a photodump I'm afraid. I took a whole lotta pics, but there's nothing particularly interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went into the Rumah Hantu with Sophie, Aidil, Farah, Vivien and Aisyah. Aidil went running out before it even started, which was kinda depressing. Sophie ran after her to get her back in and ended up not going either. So there were the four of us. I, personally, though that it was awesome. But that could be due to the fact that the people I went in with where scared out of their minds. Farah kept grabbing my shirt and going, "Are you Sara?" And I'd say, "Yeah, it's me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end, there was a lot of sticky slippery stuff on the floor and I slipped, falling on a mattress. I tried to get up, but fell down again. Then, somewhere behind me, I heard a yell: "You're not Sara!" and there were all these shadows everywhere, and screams and me yelling, "I'm over here!" All four of us ended up falling over each other on the mattress, then one of the ghosts ran over and started tickling me. Which was incredibly freaky. I burst through the exit, laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, I tried the Flying Fox. Now I can say that I've jumped off the office building. xD I went with Aidil, who ... well, is afraid of heights. She spent 15 minutes sitting on the railing, refusing to budge and screaming threats whenever anyone suggested pushing her off. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGtWU6BGl_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/rNpq1NGyAxM/s1600-h/DSC03451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGtWU6BGl_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/rNpq1NGyAxM/s320/DSC03451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218359510410106866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the end, even Mr. H got up from his comfortable bench in the gazebo to coax her into coming down. All these random people were waiting at the bottom, yelling at her to face her fears and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGtWVPx0HNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/feXITOUfghc/s1600-h/DSC03454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGtWVPx0HNI/AAAAAAAAAN8/feXITOUfghc/s320/DSC03454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218359516251561170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She came down in the end. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I have four photos, just of her sitting on the railing. xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It wasn't bad for a Hari K. But I was really sad about the non-existant dunking booth. Wow, I won't have to go on Hari K duty anymore. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's the Final Countdown!&lt;br /&gt;Doo-doo-doo-doo ... doodoodododo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;5 days till Prefect Retirement&lt;br /&gt;69 days till Trials&lt;br /&gt;133 days till SPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-8018311210206172376?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/8018311210206172376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=8018311210206172376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8018311210206172376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8018311210206172376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/07/stuff.html' title='stuff'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGtWUr-JcbI/AAAAAAAAANs/h8PWIdrgDB8/s72-c/DSC03459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-4994399424765874752</id><published>2008-06-26T17:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:20:35.327+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prefects'/><title type='text'>Snakehead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;SHEREN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a good one. Being 17 is fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Minus SPM shenanigans, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGNtNo4v1BI/AAAAAAAAANk/aFt7PS9Ctbc/s1600-h/sh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGNtNo4v1BI/AAAAAAAAANk/aFt7PS9Ctbc/s200/sh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216132874506327058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I finished reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snakehead&lt;/span&gt;, the latest Alex Rider book. And I gotta say, to Mr. Anthony Horowitz: Man, you're not going to give this kid a break, are you? xD I mean, he's gone on seven missions in the past eight months. He's eluded death for like a bajillion times. But I do admit; it doesn't get old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The torture that the evil villains come up with are ingeniously awful. Especially this one in particular. SPOILERS, people, for those who are eager to read but haven't had the chance to buy it yet. Basically, Alex has gotten himself into a nice, tough situation, as always. And I've always sighed at villains who don't just shoot the hero and burn the remains to be done with it. But this guy really made sense. He wouldn't kill Alex, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple. Instead, he would cut him open, removing his kidney, selling it on the black market. He would live through the operation easily enough. Then when the time came, they will remove both his eyes. He'll be blind, but still alive. He could do without his pancreas, followed slowly, one by one, by the rest of his functioning organs. And throughout all of this, his blood will be pumped out, leaving just enough to keep him going. And finally, when he comes close to the end of his tether, the prize: His heart. Worth a million pounds. Naturally, he is worth more alive than dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he finally kicks the bucket, he'll ... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have the satisfaction&lt;/span&gt; of knowing that he saved a few lives in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading that stuff sent chills down my spine. xD So YES. Read the book. Read the series itself, just so you can reach the seventh book. And buy the paperback edition of the seventh, 'cause there's a bonus chapter at the end that explains quite a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In other news, prefects step down on the 7th of July. As much as I'll feel empty for a while, I can't wait. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-4994399424765874752?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/4994399424765874752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=4994399424765874752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4994399424765874752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/4994399424765874752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/06/snakehead.html' title='Snakehead'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGNtNo4v1BI/AAAAAAAAANk/aFt7PS9Ctbc/s72-c/sh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-1354366114092036697</id><published>2008-06-25T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:31:48.041+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Rasuah envelope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Iffah got an ingenious idea during Chemistry, using the little envelopes Sabrini gave out for campaigns this week. She sent it to Nazia, way across the lab ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGI5EMFrU3I/AAAAAAAAANE/bg9ZJweLYus/s1600-h/DSC03394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGI5EMFrU3I/AAAAAAAAANE/bg9ZJweLYus/s400/DSC03394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215794062575752050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGI5EUbby-I/AAAAAAAAANM/mq6ustLzeYE/s1600-h/DSC03393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGI5EUbby-I/AAAAAAAAANM/mq6ustLzeYE/s400/DSC03393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215794064814492642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a fifty cent coin inside. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGI5EzS4rlI/AAAAAAAAANU/lMO-7WGmz-4/s1600-h/DSC03391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGI5EzS4rlI/AAAAAAAAANU/lMO-7WGmz-4/s400/DSC03391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215794073100136018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGI5FJaly8I/AAAAAAAAANc/5XAxP67LCJo/s1600-h/DSC03390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGI5FJaly8I/AAAAAAAAANc/5XAxP67LCJo/s400/DSC03390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215794079038032834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got the envelope back, the fifty cents were gone.&lt;br /&gt;We got all excited contemplating what evil deeds we could get Nazia to do since that she was being controlled by us through the coin-&lt;br /&gt;-until Sophie sent her own envelope over with the coin inside.&lt;br /&gt;There goes our leverage. Dang. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-1354366114092036697?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/1354366114092036697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=1354366114092036697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1354366114092036697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1354366114092036697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/06/rasuah-envelope.html' title='Rasuah envelope'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SGI5EMFrU3I/AAAAAAAAANE/bg9ZJweLYus/s72-c/DSC03394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-3916110324189995759</id><published>2008-06-23T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T16:32:00.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>*drifts*</title><content type='html'>Went to Sunway University College for the English Cornucopia event last Saturday. It was alright, had quite a bit of fun. Laksh and I came up with silly terms during lunch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laksh: Lameness is the essence of life.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So lameology is the study of the essence of life?&lt;br /&gt;Laksh: Dr. Sara (insert full name here), PhD in Lamology! Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, there you have it. The new random word of the moment: Lameology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all this stuff on visiting universities and listening to lectures ... makes me think more of next year than I should. I mean, SPM is just around the corner, and I'm definitely far from prepared, but I'm still restless about what I'm going to do next year. On one hand, I do want to go into designing; but I want to take communications too, because it'll give me more options to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ... typing this has just given me a Thought. Hmm. *mulls it over*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this post is kinda aimless. Toodl-oo darlin's. *wanders off, still deep in thought*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-3916110324189995759?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/3916110324189995759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=3916110324189995759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3916110324189995759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3916110324189995759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/06/drifts.html' title='*drifts*'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-6745572834493544844</id><published>2008-06-19T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:53:47.710+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Another to the list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dindiary.com/diary/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/death_note_logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://dindiary.com/diary/wp-content/uploads/2007/11/death_note_logo.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well what can I say? I'm a sucker for proving myself wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can hear you say it, yes I can ... especially you two, Nad, Hannah. xD You all know about my dislike for anime. So what's with all this anime-watching lately? First &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blood+ &lt;/span&gt;(I blame Tarsha) and now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Note&lt;/span&gt; (I blame deviantArt)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it is nice to be proven wrong, at least on these two occasions anyway. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DN&lt;/span&gt;, I have to say, is very pretty. I found myself pausing the YouTube vids so I could randomly sketch stuff into my sketchbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I was enjoying myself immensely for the past week or so. Watching two brainiacs battle it out in their minds against each other? It was like reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Artemis Fowl&lt;/span&gt;, except that there're a whole lot more lives at stake, there aren't so many jokes, and there're two of them.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty much wrapped up in this. I really wanted something to keep my mind off of the upcoming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avatar&lt;/span&gt; episodes (gah, taking too long). I managed to get to episode 34 this evening, then I searched for 35 ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it's not there.&lt;br /&gt;There is no English-dubbed episode 35.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out that I'll have to wait again after all. In the meantime ... I want to find something else to watch. Anime, I mean. Something that's pretty and doesn't make me wanna cry everytime I see the pointy limbs, legs the length of the twin towers and eyes that could easily pass for other-worldly dimension portals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*runs off to stalk YouTube*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-6745572834493544844?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/6745572834493544844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=6745572834493544844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6745572834493544844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6745572834493544844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-to-list.html' title='Another to the list'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7744288078256790818</id><published>2008-06-15T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:21:41.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>OhMyGlasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SFUdi_N0tlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TPFs7EKAQ_o/s1600-h/sk2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SFUdi_N0tlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TPFs7EKAQ_o/s400/sk2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212104630673389138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TAKE THAT, NAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My pic of him is cooler than yours.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;Geez, is he ridiculously pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeah, I'll go back to reading Bio now.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, blood clotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7744288078256790818?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7744288078256790818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7744288078256790818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7744288078256790818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7744288078256790818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/06/ohmyglasses.html' title='OhMyGlasses'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SFUdi_N0tlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TPFs7EKAQ_o/s72-c/sk2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-5234261057587607291</id><published>2008-06-14T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:58:19.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><title type='text'>Bullseye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*fits arrow into bow, aims clumsily and fires*&lt;br /&gt;Trials.&lt;br /&gt;It was always aiming there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-5234261057587607291?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/5234261057587607291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=5234261057587607291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/5234261057587607291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/5234261057587607291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/06/bullseye.html' title='Bullseye.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-7486089173017439504</id><published>2008-06-12T16:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:25:46.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SFDc6TgsNNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/MZCzuycBYJY/s1600-h/chrsheet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SFDc6TgsNNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/MZCzuycBYJY/s400/chrsheet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210907663095575762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left to right, top to bottom:&lt;br /&gt;Lusia, Coyle, Shayna, Elizar,&lt;br /&gt;Jerrica, Windy, Portin, Lewie,&lt;br /&gt;Torres, Scout, Favid, Rolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Characters from the Untitled Story In My Head.&lt;br /&gt;Nad's met some of them before, haven't you, Nad?&lt;br /&gt;And I just want to say, yes, I know Coyle and Shayna are freaky-looking.&lt;br /&gt;And I love Rolf. I'm his number one fangirl.&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-7486089173017439504?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/7486089173017439504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=7486089173017439504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7486089173017439504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/7486089173017439504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/06/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SFDc6TgsNNI/AAAAAAAAAMk/MZCzuycBYJY/s72-c/chrsheet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-3476500974340466592</id><published>2008-06-10T17:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:25:32.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='characters'/><title type='text'>Question.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you want to do before you die?&lt;br /&gt;Lookit the links section under my c-box: The Buried Life. Four guys, with a list of 100 things they want to do before they die.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news, I've completed Unnamed Story Draft version 2.0. Now all I've gotta do is re-write it all in text that is actually recognisable to human eyes, clean up the rough edges and actually start on the journey of producing this thing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited. I've been waiting for a story idea like this since I was 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-3476500974340466592?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/3476500974340466592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=3476500974340466592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3476500974340466592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3476500974340466592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/06/question.html' title='Question.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-6398680302190442538</id><published>2008-06-07T14:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:25:03.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Sketchy colour cards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SEowKfCFrvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dWq1jH4iFJM/s1600-h/CardEl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SEowKfCFrvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dWq1jH4iFJM/s400/CardEl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209028875694485234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SEowKW_UeRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/SVeFvlBivV8/s1600-h/CardLusia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SEowKW_UeRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/SVeFvlBivV8/s400/CardLusia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209028873535387922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Messing around with Bamboo again. This was lots of fun. I'm hoping to get most of my other characters done this way too.&lt;br /&gt;These are two from that one story idea I've been carrying around in my head for the past month. I've actually got the whole thing planned out now, thanks to Mira. xD She gave me the missing piece I've been looking for the past week.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Elizar and Lusia. Both my characters. No stealing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, school starts again in two days. Lovely. *forced smile* I really miss everyone, I miss all my friends, I miss talking to everybody ... but I really, really don't want to go back to SPM madness.&lt;br /&gt;It's catching up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SEovkQ_bJdI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3pHwIwPZBhY/s1600-h/CardLusia.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-6398680302190442538?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/6398680302190442538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=6398680302190442538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6398680302190442538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6398680302190442538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/06/sketchy-colour-cards.html' title='Sketchy colour cards.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SEowKfCFrvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/dWq1jH4iFJM/s72-c/CardEl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-8975328100044988032</id><published>2008-06-05T22:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T22:40:29.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><title type='text'>Loss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never really know what to say when I get news of someone's death.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'm not even sure what to say now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to Farah Hani bt. Amran, age 16.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew you. But all of us at school will feel the loss regardless.&lt;br /&gt;Al-fatihah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-8975328100044988032?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/8975328100044988032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=8975328100044988032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8975328100044988032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/8975328100044988032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/06/loss.html' title='Loss.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-6482161111143016699</id><published>2008-06-02T10:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:20:20.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Penang again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SENW8jRgL7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/loi3eJdPJ0o/s1600-h/DSC03361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SENW8jRgL7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/loi3eJdPJ0o/s400/DSC03361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207101192431218610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Penang is gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SENWfPXkkDI/AAAAAAAAALU/Ves33Za7NHo/s1600-h/DSC03363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SENWfPXkkDI/AAAAAAAAALU/Ves33Za7NHo/s400/DSC03363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207100688871755826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SENWgeXSBJI/AAAAAAAAALc/wHk-z_-jCLw/s1600-h/DSC03322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SENWgeXSBJI/AAAAAAAAALc/wHk-z_-jCLw/s400/DSC03322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207100710076941458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SENWg0btgPI/AAAAAAAAALk/AphdEysI6zI/s1600-h/DSC03356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SENWg0btgPI/AAAAAAAAALk/AphdEysI6zI/s400/DSC03356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207100716001100018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sandy feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SENWiPSjEKI/AAAAAAAAALs/ucenxuZHEEY/s1600-h/DSC03369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SENWiPSjEKI/AAAAAAAAALs/ucenxuZHEEY/s400/DSC03369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207100740390293666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nazim and Papa parasailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SENWidrR-iI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9xrkkrfQNGI/s1600-h/DSC03372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SENWidrR-iI/AAAAAAAAAL0/9xrkkrfQNGI/s400/DSC03372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207100744252127778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mira and I. Saltwater is salty.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm down with flu. xD&lt;br /&gt;These aren't all the pics. But all would be too many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also rode a horse, Legion. Beautiful mare. Wasn't just any horse ride - Mama talked to the guy holding Legion and asked what's the point of riding if you don't send the horse into a canter. So I got to ride a jogging horse! Very bumpy. My butt kept lifting off the saddle. Thighs ached afterwards. But all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-6482161111143016699?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/6482161111143016699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=6482161111143016699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6482161111143016699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/6482161111143016699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/06/penang-again.html' title='Penang again.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SENW8jRgL7I/AAAAAAAAAL8/loi3eJdPJ0o/s72-c/DSC03361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-3799049100932305921</id><published>2008-05-28T12:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:53.438+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>Short sentences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDzasx_zvQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8ViIQ9RBSus/s1600-h/DSC03312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDzasx_zvQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8ViIQ9RBSus/s400/DSC03312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205275732203519234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my BIG mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDzatR_zvSI/AAAAAAAAALE/RfTb1C0l8sk/s1600-h/DSC03311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDzatR_zvSI/AAAAAAAAALE/RfTb1C0l8sk/s400/DSC03311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205275740793453858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pebbles, asleep. Or performing aerobics with her eyes closed, whichever suits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDzath_zvTI/AAAAAAAAALM/Ii-DN79l3QU/s1600-h/DSC03310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDzath_zvTI/AAAAAAAAALM/Ii-DN79l3QU/s400/DSC03310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205275745088421170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acu got a new cat. Her name's Arwen. White all over with blue eyes. Is afraid of cameras. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira and I bought Sims2. It is addicting. I can't stop playing. xD&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and I've watched the fourth &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/span&gt;. Will write proper review  soon.&lt;br /&gt;Until then, see you around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDzatB_zvRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/iDBjpilC94w/s1600-h/DSC03315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDzatB_zvRI/AAAAAAAAAK8/iDBjpilC94w/s400/DSC03315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205275736498486546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-3799049100932305921?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/3799049100932305921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=3799049100932305921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3799049100932305921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/3799049100932305921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/05/short-sentences.html' title='Short sentences'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDzasx_zvQI/AAAAAAAAAK0/8ViIQ9RBSus/s72-c/DSC03312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-95070298449155166</id><published>2008-05-26T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T15:08:22.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cupcakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pics'/><title type='text'>Cupcake Photo Dump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CUPCAKE PHOTO DUMP! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mama made a batch of cupcakes for Aunty Su, 'cause she was ordering to give to someone on their wedding. Here're  most of the photos I took. Some are a little dark, so I apologise. ^^;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpeDx_zvMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/T7dPYsVASuk/s1600-h/DSC03307.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpeDx_zvMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/T7dPYsVASuk/s1600-h/DSC03307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpeDx_zvMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/T7dPYsVASuk/s400/DSC03307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204575738433617090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpfOB_zvOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fGcX1w6aklY/s1600-h/DSC03308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpfOB_zvOI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fGcX1w6aklY/s400/DSC03308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204577014038904034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpeDR_zvLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5GHvHWhAsBk/s1600-h/DSC03301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpeDR_zvLI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5GHvHWhAsBk/s400/DSC03301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204575729843682482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished product. ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpfNx_zvNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-mjMnDsV7yA/s1600-h/DSC03296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpfNx_zvNI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-mjMnDsV7yA/s400/DSC03296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204577009743936722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first two decorated 'cakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpfOR_zvPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_Q08rh0doVQ/s1600-h/DSC03305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpfOR_zvPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/_Q08rh0doVQ/s400/DSC03305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204577018333871346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The workstation, a.k.a. the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpeCh_zvII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/z2wqp22_aOQ/s1600-h/DSC03290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpeCh_zvII/AAAAAAAAAJ0/z2wqp22_aOQ/s400/DSC03290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204575716958780546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fondant. Or as Mira calls them, edible play dough. (Kinda tastes like it too. But trust me, it's seriously yummy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpeDB_zvJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MgTAo61BdDY/s1600-h/DSC03288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpeDB_zvJI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MgTAo61BdDY/s400/DSC03288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204575725548715154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tub o' icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpcnB_zvFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Bt9vwyKSu8M/s1600-h/DSC03282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpcnB_zvFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Bt9vwyKSu8M/s400/DSC03282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204574145000750162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpeDR_zvKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SxkwwL3QHuA/s1600-h/DSC03287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpeDR_zvKI/AAAAAAAAAKE/SxkwwL3QHuA/s400/DSC03287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204575729843682466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pre-decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpcmh_zvDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/O7M-BuRvy0M/s1600-h/DSC03280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpcmh_zvDI/AAAAAAAAAJM/O7M-BuRvy0M/s400/DSC03280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204574136410815538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama icing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpcmx_zvEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/q0d5XO9opHw/s1600-h/DSC03283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpcmx_zvEI/AAAAAAAAAJU/q0d5XO9opHw/s400/DSC03283.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204574140705782850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... and Papa giving it a try too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpcnR_zvGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/iohsSnTfsb8/s1600-h/DSC03284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpcnR_zvGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/iohsSnTfsb8/s400/DSC03284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204574149295717474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Papa's two cupcakes next to the ones Mama decorated. ^_^ Almas (Aunty Su's daughter) and I finished them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it! Mama's open for orders, so if you're throwing a party, need a gift for someone special or just feel like treating your sweet tooth, drop a comment on my c-box, or on this post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-95070298449155166?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/95070298449155166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=95070298449155166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/95070298449155166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/95070298449155166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/05/cupcake-photo-dump.html' title='Cupcake Photo Dump'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDpeDx_zvMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/T7dPYsVASuk/s72-c/DSC03307.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1478914551069339671.post-1747402617222017522</id><published>2008-05-25T13:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:24:46.283+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='characters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drawings'/><title type='text'>Groupies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDj8nx_zu6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/EyZKV1zNY7Y/s1600-h/Untitled7Base.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDj8nx_zu6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/EyZKV1zNY7Y/s320/Untitled7Base.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204187129792674722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Characters from a story I'm hoping I won't abandon. I'm in the middle of plotting it right now and figuring out what the characters are supposed to do and stuff. :) Left to right, Elizar, Jerrica, Rolf and Windy. It's an alternate dimension story with magic and stuff (lol, am I fantasically lame or whut. xD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, messing around with Bamboo, trying to see what works. I managed to get some kind of coloured pen quality to this, and I intend to try some cell-shading in the near future. That's an interesting colouring technique, and I want to give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1478914551069339671-1747402617222017522?l=ski-0.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/feeds/1747402617222017522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1478914551069339671&amp;postID=1747402617222017522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1747402617222017522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1478914551069339671/posts/default/1747402617222017522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ski-0.blogspot.com/2008/05/groupies.html' title='Groupies.'/><author><name>Ski</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10632972622319886234</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5Uga7gQeUQ/TseRIfQ_5hI/AAAAAAAABhs/6DbyTezqzc8/s220/blog2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zDj-sdVkj_U/SDj8nx_zu6I/AAAAAAAAAIE/EyZKV1zNY7Y/s72-c/Untitled7Base.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
